Half Done

Why is it that everything in my world is half done?

A look around my house shows that while I got the Christmas decorations finally put away, my living room furniture is still askew and the piles of lights are waiting for the OK to officially become part of the room's decor.

The door to the dryer is halfway open. A pile of baby clothes, sheets and blankets spilling into a heaping mound that cascades from the dryer door to the basket below. The breakfast dishes were put away, but now the starts of dinner are filling the sink again. Our bed has fresh sheets, but remains unmade because I decided to wash the duvet cover. Not sure when the whole thing will get put back together again.

I know the reason, so I guess that makes my opener a rhetorical question. My brain is so scattered that as soon as I get the brilliant idea to start something I get sidetracked with a baby duty. Jasper has had two rough nights in a row. That means I've had two horrible nights in a row. This is how bad it was: This morning I said to Seth, "Last night was better. He only woke up every hour."

Worried about our kids getting ADD? I'm pretty sure I have it. I cannot focus on a task long enough to finish. I feel anxious about all of the things I need to do, but yet when I get a moment, I cannot think of one of them.

There was more I was going to say, but ...