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Where, oh where, can it be?

I can tell that I have less time than before,  and also less uninterrupted time.  Things that I have done for years no longer get done.  I pick up newspapers and don't get to read them.  Magazines come and I don't read them.  Books still get read, but not as many, as far as putting together an actual review of one, forget about it!

I feel frazzled, scattered and unfocused.  I never know when I may get a chance to focus on something.  I wander around the house, starting thing after thing and not completing anything before being interrupted.  Or, I actually get something done, and then the twins undo it and I spend the next two days redoing it.

For example, earlier this week, I finally sorted through all the twins' clothes.  I put away summer clothes, put clothes that are too small for them aside for Brogan, and sorted out matching outfits.  They have so many clothes that I put a bin of extras in the closet if we need them.  If we don't, I will get rid of them.  So, great, accomplished something!  Twins' clothes all sorted, all ready to grab and go!

I didn't think they could get their dresser drawers open.  Well, they can.  The next day they had pulled all their clothes out and they were all over the floor.  I made them pick them up and then put them in a pile outside their door so they couldn't do it again, while I though about where to put them.  Then I got tired of seeing the pile so I stacked them neatly.

The next day the twins were playing and threw the clothes all over the hallway.  The girls witnessed my near nervous breakdown over this and supervised the twins cleaning them up.  I still don't know where to put their clothes.

Today they pulled a chair into the kitchen and got down the chocolate chips from the cabinet.  Guess the chocolate chips are going up one more shelf.  I honestly think that this is the hardest stage with twins so far, except for the massive sleep deprivation of the newborn period.  But I even look back on that with some nostalgia, because they couldn't move. Or climb. Or run. Or destroy things. Or flush every toothbrush in the house. Or..or...or...  They don't nap anymore, they are constantly rising to the challenge to get around whatever childproofing we do.  Thank God they are mostly obedient!

So while I have got ideas for interesting blog entries that I want to write, that would require an amazing confluence of events: I think of idea when it's actually possible to write it, I have a chance to sit down and write it, and no one interrupts me.  Not likely to happen soon!  And if it did, well, I probably should be working on my novel anyway.

My focus now is remembering that I wanted to enjoy the infant period with Brogan, and that time is fast passing me by.  He just turned four months old! So, I am off to cuddle my baby (and continue searching for my brain!)