The Limits of My Existence

Between diaper changes, fixing and feeding meals, chauffering, grocery shopping, email checking, doing the household bills, baths, my own personal hygiene, and any other daily task I left out of this list, when would I have time to ponder about anything in any depth??? Just now, I was thinking...good God! I don't have time to ruminate. I don't have any brain capacity to weave a web of abstract thinking, let alone draw a conclusion about my musings. If I were a pinball machine, I'd just be blinking TILT.

On the other hand, I wonder whether all this business (busy-ness) is what's keeping me from taking a random thought off a cliff. I've been prone to making myself downright depressed when I begin "the process."

I'm just happy when T keeps me company as I watch a rerun of an old movie. He'll happily sit on my stomach and run his chubby finger across my face or take his favorite potty book and look at the pictures quietly next to me. Then H comes tearing into the room and disturbs our peaceful little ecosystem. It is non-stop toddler interruptions and needs meeting I tell you! I don't have time to think! I just do it.