To write this post. Yesterday I complained about how I couldn't write despite the lovely silence and lack of distractions. Yesterday, when I got the kids, the first thing they did was click on the television.
"ARE YOU READY, KIDS?"
Next thing I know, I've pounded out three pages. Is it some kind of twisted Pavlovian reaction gone horribly wrong? If I'd only realized, I'd have had the kid vid on all day. I feel so pathetic. Its like some episode of the "Twilight Zone."