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Scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush

I have been on the go for the last two weeks doing Mom things and before that I was sick with the flu so I haven't had much time to do anything for myself. Today I have the house to myself for the first time in 3 weeks.  I was determined to write.  I came home from the school run, made myself a latte, turned off the TV and sat down at my laptop when the hammering coming from next door started.  A few minutes later, my cat started stalking me.  I have two cats, but one is a lot more trouble than the other.  Alfie is loud and constantly looking for attention.  People don't believe me about how loud the cat is until they get me on the phone and hear the constant meowing in the background.  He is seriously annoying, but I love him and try not to get too aggravated with him.  I used to worry my son's first words would be 'Alfie, Shut up!'  Anyway, he finally gave up and left after about a half hour when I threatened to throw him out the window (yes, he understands every word I say).  So much for a quiet morning.
I put my phone on silent, put my tablet out of reach and closed the browser to the internet (still trying to not get too annoyed about the constant hammering and by then trying to ignore a killer head ache).  I opened the story I'm currently working on and then the phone rang.  Apparently there was breaking news on the Boston Bombings.  I turned on the TV and went to find something to take for my head ache.
While I was getting a drink for my headache tablets, I decided to cook some soup I haven't had time to make (before the vegetables went bad) .  The soup is cooking, the news is on and I am blogging instead of writing my story.  They say that writers will often avoid writing at all costs, finding all sorts of things to distract them from the task at hand.  My teacher says some will scrub the floor with a toothbrush to avoid the unwritten word.  I may not be scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush, but I might as well be.
I guess once my soup is ready, I've had my lunch and my headache goes away, I'll try again (that's exactly when Alfie will be back to hound me)...

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