Time => 9:15 AM.
Charlie takes the kids to three separate stores, leaving me at home - in a quiet house - to get some important things completed.
I will: Clean up from breakfast, hang approximately 25 pictures on freshly painted walls, water the plants, fold three loads of laundry, prepare lunch.
Time => 11:45 AM.
Charlie returns from three separate stores with three hungry children.
I have: Gone to the bathroom five times, ate a chocolate chip cookie, drank a glass of milk, flossed my teeth, nailed 64 holes in the wall, hung three pictures, removed the same three pictures, sat on the couch and cried because the indecision about where to hang a picture or what I'll prepare for lunch is causing me physical pain.
When Charlie sees the 64 holes in his freshly painted walls, he is in physical pain, too. But when he tells me that the job I'm doing of incubating a baby is more important than anything else I could or should be doing ... it makes me feel a little better.
But not much.