I'm not complaining - I'm just stating a fact: everything in my life is interrupted. That's just the way it is.
*leaves post half-written on laptop for thirty minutes to tend to someone calling from crib*
There are very few activities that I can get through without disruption.
Dinner. The last time I ate dinner - as in a proper dinner, in which I consumed all the food on my plate in a leisurely, non-indigestion-causing way, was, I think, in 2007. Because my dinner time goes like this: I sit down, I get up for another fork or spoon. I sit down, I get up to pick up a bowl that's been tossed onto the floor. I sit down, I get up to get a cloth to wipe up a spill. I sit down, I almost get a bite of something, I get up for a yoghurt. I sit down, I stick a spoonful of food in someone's mouth. I take a bite. I get up.
Coffee. Remember drinking a whole cup without reheating it? Me either. I make a cup (or three) every morning. It's hot, delicious, and begging to be sipped in a quiet room with the morning's newspaper and the faint sound of the radio in the background. Instead, it's chugged, it's reheated, it's chugged, it's reheated. Finally I drink my cold coffee because, well, it's still coffee after all.
Sleep. I won't bother talking about sleep. I've bored you enough with my sleep problems.
Reading and writing. Even this blog post didn't get written without interruption. And often, I'll log on to someone else's blog, be interrupted, and forget I was ever on there. And then it will probably seem like I'm some kind of stalker who logs on to someone's blog and stays there for hours. And really, I'm not.
Talking on the phone. Phone calls have become something of a comedy act. My phone conversations go something like this... "Hi, how are you? ... Oh hold on a minute... please don't do that to the dog! Leave him alone please ... so as I was saying ... oh gawd what have you done to my shoes? Oh no not the face cream! Argh ... so, yes, you were saying?.... ouch - that's mummy's hair! ... sorry, no it's okay, I don't need to go, that screaming is perfectly normal, don't worry ..."
I can't imagine my life without interruptions... can you?