Why I can't get anything done, including compose a remotely interesting blog entry

7:45 p.m.: Climb into Jo's bed with her to read books.
8:05 p.m.: Turn off light, agree to stay for "just one minute Mommy."
9:00 p.m.: Wake up because Opie is crying.
9:20 p.m.: Opie back to sleep.
9:25 p.m.: Get in shower.
9:40 p.m.: Out of shower. Sit down to finish freelance job.
10:05 p.m.: Finish blog-surfing and email-checking. Hungry.
10:15 p.m.: Done with bedtime snack. Blow-dry hair.
10:20 p.m.: Brush and floss.
10:30 p.m.: Back to computer for freelance job.
10:32 p.m.: Opie awake.
11:10 p.m.: Opie asleep. Bag freelance job; get in bed.

That, and the fact that Opie is still sick. It's like a bad trip back to newborn days, with the nursing and the runny yellow poop and the diaper blowouts and the CLINGING and the laundry and the not eating and sleeping.

But, as Hector P. Valenti says, "I shall return."