A common ‘trying to write’ scenario in my house goes like this.
I situate myself on the swivel chair, and it responds with that acknowledging creak that seems to say,
“Ahh…here we go again.”
My hands reach for the mouse while my eyes focus on the screen, making sure I’m where I want to be. Maybe the dynamic feature of the internet is what draws me to it each time, and that is where I tend to wile away my time, unfortunately. If only Microsoft word has the same appeal, I would probably have gotten a lot more writing done. But hey, that’s why I’m good at blogging!
Time seems to zip by when you’re in front of the computer, and before I know it, either Zoa’s awake, needing me to nurse him, or like this morning, he didn’t give me any reprieve, reaching for the mouse and keyboard, and my neckline.
The kids make their usual noise in the background, and somehow, I seem to be magnet they keep being attracted to. When I sit in the living room, typing away at the computer downstairs, they manage to surround me lovingly with accompanying din. I push the chair away with my legs, get up, dash upstairs, to escape them, and lo and behold, they manage to make their appearance by my side a few minutes later! Sure, I have a laptop that hubby had gifted me years ago, but I had given up using it because of overheating. I have yet to try out the new fan hubby had recently bought. I have some hopes yet.
But in the meantime, whenever I decide to use the desktop, either the upstairs or downstairs one, I guess I can rest assured that I will always have company. Ahh…so I guess I can keep dreaming of solitude, which fortunately happened this afternoon, after a long and frustrating morning with Baby Zoa, walhamdulillah. I’ll take them when they come, with gratitude and not too high an expectation. Even a sliver of solitude in this house I will treasure.