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Whew! I sat down today, with both kids finally healthy and off at school, with my husband healthy and off at work, with a house covered in a summer of chaos (which I am steadfastly ignoring) and thought, "I'll write about my daughter's huge tantrum. No wait, my son scaring off evangelicals. No wait..." I opened a fresh page for a new post, figuring I'd just dive in and see what came.
As I paused to reflect, I looked out the window and said, "Why is one of my good hand towels on the ground outside?" Then before I could figure it out (although the answer is probably "my husband grabbed the first thing he saw to wipe something up"), the cat jumped on me and started walking on the laptop keyboard, purring. I shoved it off. It came back. I took my laptop and turned my back to it. The cat jumped on my shoulder. I told the cat, "I know you want attention, but Mama needs to go where no one is demanding my attention." Now I'm safely shut in my bedroom, out of reach of the cat and out of sight of the hand towel, which remains outside on the ground.
And now that I'm here, I'm thinking that I told the cat exactly what I want to do and say. If I close the laptop right now, if I turn off the phone, if I keep the door shut, I can breathe for a minute and no one will interrupt me. Delicious. I'll pet the cat and pick up the towel and write something fabulous tomorrow.
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