theattentivesoul
The library is usually quiet, but today, it is filled with commotion. I am huddled at my customary table with my computer and stack of books, determined to write. To be productive. I left home to escape the perpetual evanescence of my three children, who wake at eight oβclock each morning, dinging brightly like miniature summertime bells. βWhat are we doing today, mom?β, ding. βCan we play in the sprinklers?β, dong. βWho ate the last red popsicle? You said I could have it!β, ding, dong! βI donβt want to take the dog for a walk, I might get kidnapped!β, ding, dong, ding, DONG!