I decided to start cleaning up around here. I went in the office first because I saw little kid head in that direction and lo and behold, there he was, pen in hand.
So I took the pen away and attempted to lure him away from the area with a sock monkey he had in there.
When I saw the sock monkey I remembered that I bought those frames for those sock monkey prints I was going to buy for little kid's room.
Then I got to thinking that I am a photographer and I have sock monkeys and I shouldn't have to buy pictures that other people take of sock monkeys.
So I went and got my camera and set up a sock monkey in the window and began taking pictures.
Then I hear a crash behind me and see that little kid has pulled my purse off of the foyer table, spilling the contents everywhere, and has snatched my wristlet and is running off with it. Heidi Louise is snorting around blindly trying to gobble all of the crumbs, broken pretzels and cookies that spill on to the ground.
I turn around and pick up the mess and shove the crumbs in Heidi's direction so she'll stop being annoying and so they'll get picked up, and go off in search of my wristlet.
I find him in the kitchen, going through my credit cards, and realize it is lunch time. I open the freezer to see if there are any nuggets left and see that heart shaped ice cube mold I got at Ikea and start thinking about my Valentine's day party that is rapidly approaching and is still mostly unplanned.
I decide it would be much cuter if the heart shaped ice cubes were red, so I went searching for the Grenadine but only found cherry snow cone syrup (same difference). While I was searching, I realized I have a lot of stuff in the pantry that could be thrown away but decided that would have to wait, and began filling the ice tray.
Then I heard another crash and realized that little kid has pulled my purse back down and is rooting around with Heidi Louise.
Which makes me remember that it was lunch time. So I made some lunch.
Then I looked at the dishes and decided to check my email first. Then I decided to recount my last 30 minutes for you, as evidence of why I never get one thing accomplished.
Now I'm tired.
I kind of wouldn't mind going back to photographing the sock monkeys but priority wise I think I could probably find a better way to utilize my time. But none of those options sound fun, so I might just not do anything....
Edited to add: And I shit you not, I just went back into the office to find little kid with a pen. It's like that movie Groundhog's Day around here.