Distractable

I would certainly label myself as easily distracted. Occasionally this can be a good thing, but overall it's just not. This afternoon started out as normal. I put the younger kids into their naps and hopped onto my computer to check Facebook before heading back downstairs. After a few minutes half an hour, I realized I should probably get on with my day. I switched the laundry and pondered how old my (now seven-year-old) son would need to be in order to send him a mile up the street, across a busy intersection and to McDonald's to buy me a Coke. My mind decided on "older", which was all that really mattered.

When I got downstairs, I realized that I needed to photograph one more set for my sister-in-law's maternity album. This particular set includes chocolate. (What maternity album would be complete without a picture of chocolate?) So I reached up above our sink to find our s'mores goodies stash. My hands found no chocolate, so I grabbed a chair and heaved myself up there to see what was up.

I did find the chocolate, which seemed soft. (I've noticed that before in that cabinet. I think it must be our fluorescent light underneath or something.) But I also noticed marshmallows.......

Which were promptly made into Rice Krispie treats and gobbled up.

And this is why my kids say I look like I have a baby in my belly all the time.

The end.