As I sit down to type, a little voice calls to me, "drink…peeeeeaaassse." I get up and pour a glass of milk. I sit back down again and another little tap on my shoulder "can I have milk too?" I am off to the kitchen to pour more milk. I sit down one more time and the child who was playing quietly in her room, comes walking to me with a full gallon of milk in one hand and a cup in the other. I find myself back in the kitchen and as I look around, all I hear is silence. No sooner do I sit back down at the laptop…"POP"…the vinyl Spiderman blowup my son bought yesterday is handed to me, limp and defeated. My son is at my side saying, "Can we tape it…NOW?" Now, I need to find the duct tape. On my way to the cabinet, I find my favorite three year old standing in a puddle of milk in the middle of my living room. I clean up the mess, totally forgetting about Spiderman, and I sit back at the computer. I hear, "Did you find the tape yet?"
Can you see how successful I have been so far today?