my guilty pleasure is my computer. pure and simple.
when the two little ones are screaming at each other and their dad has finally left for work, the house guest has retired to his room, and finally has finished telling me how insane his ex-wife is (for today)... when the sink is full of dishes and the third load of clothes have been dried but not folded, the toys haven't quite reached knee deep on the floor, i know i should be hard at work. when the yard could stand to be mowed again, but since it rained last night i have an excuse for that, and i am overwhelmed by everyone's emotional needs...when i have spent 45 minutes explaining to grandma why i can't drive 2 hours to bring the kids for a visit, today, when i have helped write/edited 3 police reports, when i have bandaged one knee and three fingers, when i have remembered for the third time that i forgot to take some ibuprophen for the headache i got 4 hours ago...when i have located the lost ...toy, sock, special ink pen, flashlight...made move coffee, more pb&j sandwiches...when i have located someone else to clean the church on saturday because my father-in-law has passed away...when i have advised, counselled, nurtured, cooked, cleaned, organized bathroom times, when there is ALWAYS something more that needs my doing....instead?
there are monsters i actually can kill...if not planeshift? Neverwinter nights...i have still to explore the benefits of being a full blooded druid...as opposed to being a druid/wizard/archer.....not enough time for that today? there is still a game of solitaire that can be done in the time it takes to smoke one cigarette...there is diablo...where the devils are not as bad as this skinned knee the four year old got yesterday.
i am afraid i have taken this post far beyond what the starter of the subject has intended...but it seems i am a bit pulled in several directions...for someone who doesn't work...i seem to always be busy.
