This So Called Blog

I've been writing since I was young.  I love to put my thoughts down on paper.  I feel like I'm much more articulate in the written word.  Lately however, writing has been difficult.  I have struggled to figure out why one of my favorite past times became such an inconvenience and then I realized, its the kids' fault.  All day long I have lots of great thoughts run through my head.  I'll meet someone interesting and think I'm going to share that story once I can get to a computer.  And then I pick the kids up from school.  From that point on my brain is a jumble of "what's for dinner?",  "I need help with homework", "SpongeBob Square Pants", "You be the dog catcher and I'll be a wild German Shepherd" "Can I sign up for Skype? I promise I'll only talk to A,B, and C".   Its constant.  My husband works late a lot so its me and the girls and my thoughts simply aren't my own.  Yes, at some point the kids go to sleep but by then my brain is mush.  I go to sleep and all the great thoughts I had that day become odd factors in my dreams.  Oh if only I could publish some of my dreams.  Ya'll would lock me away in the looney bin.  Or at least get a good laugh.   So now as G says "are you done thinking yet?" as she shoots the balls out of her Pig Popper, I must post this before my thoughts are once again not my own.