Once upon a time, there was a harried mother. She was trying to post something scintillating but lost her entire train of thought when one or more of her children demanded that she catch a ball. Though she tried to ignore their pleas, the screech of their voices soon drove every thought from her mind.
Her next few thoughts were all fluff and not of any real substance. Perchance this is not the time to blog. Could it be that there is a more appropriate time? Is there another hour that would allow the mother to fully develop a thought? To bring a particular story full circle? Is there a better way to blog?
Then the mother got hit in the face with a ball so hard that she couldn’t see well enough to type the nonexistent story anyways. Sigh.
