Playing catch-up with my writing (among other things)

I’m trying to get back into writing again. Since Abraham was born there has been a certain lack of time, and when I do sit down with my laptop for a few minutes, I don’t always know what to write. It’s not that I don’t have ideas, but it’s that when I get the ideas, I’m not always in a position to write them down, and then I forget.

You know one of those stories or notes that goes around “How it happened that I left the house naked,” that starts with “I got up this morning to go to the bathroom. When I looked out the window to see what the weather was like today, to determine what I was going to wear, I noticed the plants in the window sill needed watering, so I started towards the kitchen to get the watering can. On my way to the kitchen I stepped on a pair of dirty socks, which reminded me of the laundry in the dryer, and that I would need to empty it so that I could get dressed, so I stopped by in the bathroom and started opening the dryer, when my husband’s work ID fell out of the overfull lint-pocket. I knew my husband might not have got far, so I ran over to the phone to call him back, when one of the boys asked me…” and it goes on and on? Well, that’s pretty much what I feel my life is like right now. I’m constantly playing catch-up; as soon as I get to something that I’ve been needing to do, four other things have already gone due. In the middle of all this, I get ideas or notice things that would be fun to write about, but by the time I get to sit down, so many things have passed already, I’ve forgotten what that special thing was.