I want a tree house….with a rope ladder

As I said in my earlier post today, I have a lot of writing to do and I’m in the zone.  I have it all up on my head and I can barely have a conversation with my husband because I’m so busy mulling it all over.  I want to get it out.  I need to get it out before it gets lost…over run by the names of all the Disney Princess, the lyrics to Gilligan’s Island, the Latin names of dinosaurs and other such nonsense.  Here’s the rub….THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO!  I’m yelling because there is no way you’ll be able to hear me over the Hannah Montana music and Hot Wheels race tracks zooming by and the million and eight questions fired at me about every conceivable topic under the sun.  Obviously, I can’t concentrate.  I’ve gone to my room and shut the door just for the door bell to ring and for Poppa to come over to chat. 

Now I’m sitting on my bed, surrounded by kids and their toys, and the cat, and the idiot dog, all demanding attention.  Deep sigh.