I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March. You should do it too! Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing!
It’s loud in here. I should wait to slice, but I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and miss my chance.
Kids are wandering over to try to sit on my lap where my laptop is. L and Mr. Thought are laughing and playing hangman. My son is fake-reading my words and tickling me. I don’t need to tell you how messy my house is. People are climbing over and and leaning in. They are underfoot.
Not exactly a writer’s retreat. I can’t get a thought to finish in my head.
I try to think, I hear instead.
“What’s the one that’s famous for it’s spelling? The state?” (H asks me as he lounges on the back of the couch.
“No! I don’t want you to fight me!” (Pretend dinosaurs talking with E)
I think H might be falling asleep as he curls around the couch – marker on his hands, glasses still on. Teeth not yet brushed.
The dinosaurs aren’t fighting anymore, but the hangman game is in full swing.
“It’s not fair! I want to guess! It’s not fair! I want to guess! It’s not fair! I want to guess!” E yells.
It’s bedtime, and I’m hoping for quiet dreams after just a little bit of time to think.