What's Genny For?

Running Out of Time

I am having the hardest time getting anything written so far this month. Well, besides grocery lists or the occasional blog post here. It seems every time I sit down to write, someone gets hurt or is hungry or I have to add another log to the fire or...or...or!

It doesn't help that my husband, Mathman, is recovering from an injury caused by the villainous villain, Bursitis. Since he can't walk, much less fly, due to that foul evil-doers evil touch, he's missed several days of work. I've had to take Mathman to SuperDoc several times and the redheaded minions kids and I have been running back and forth fetching ice packs, drugs, or food for him.

I don't mind pampering him. It wasn't too long ago that I was bedridden and in pain (thanks a lot Sciatica! ). He never complained when I poked him awake at 3am to get me meds because I was about to die from the pain. Mathman was patient for the entire 5 months it took me to recover. And when I had a flare-up several months later that had me back in bed for 6 weeks, he cheerfully took up my mantle and became both dad and mom until I could walk again.

But I digress.

Besides Mathman being home during the day, our routine is basically the same. So why is this month different than February or January? Why can't I get one blankety-blank story written?

Gah!

I'm starting to suspect my list of goals for the month might have been too ambitious!