Lesson (Re)Learned

It took about 45 minutes this afternoon to remind me why I have made a personal commitment to not do any homework until the girls have all gone to bed.

Well, it really only took about the first 5 of that 45, but I kept plugging through anyway, (against my better judgment) trying to get my discussion question answered before I had to start making dinner. I have been super tired lately, and by 8:00 when the girls are finally down, I have little to no brain power left to explore the tenets of Gothic literature and/or form a complete sentence that makes any logical sense. I thought (incorrectly) that 45 minutes would be plenty of time to read what I needed to read and get my thoughts together to formulate my response. With the girlies at my side in the office as my constant companions, (because who can resist a mommy that is sitting still for more than three seconds) that 45 minutes really went by in what seemed like 10, and eight inarticulate lines later, I was not even half-way to answering the question, and it was suddenly time to work on dinner.

Without even looking for it, I had the chance to be reminded of that golden rule that I made for myself oh so many years ago and focus on academics only after the last kisses have been planted, the last squeezes have been rendered, and the last good-nights have been said.

Because, apparently, even a tired mommy sounds smarter than a frazzled one.

(I still love my cute little interrupters. But it's better for 

everyone when they interrupt me during tasks that require 

much less brain function than trying to earn a Bachelor's Degree.)