9:00 Master of Motherhood, I quickly figure out that if I let my daughter watch television, I may buy myself a few minutes to close my eyes and gather enough strength to meet an impending deadline. Thaaaank yooooou, Dora!
9:05 Screeeeeew yoooooou, Dora! Your unabashed enthusiasm and oddly placed syllabic emphasis is like tiny drill bees in my ear holes. Changing the channel makes daughter fuss. Stuck stuck stuck.
10:00 Stare at work. Maybe coffee will help.
10:45 Realize coffee doesn’t help.
11:00 Toddler asks for pasta for lunch. Ask toddler if the rotini with the broccoli in it is ok. Toddler is excited for said pasta.
11:01 Warm up pasta.
11:03 Begin process of picking every last broccoli bud out of the rotini curves because toddler suddenly hates broccoli and I don’t want to stand up and make a different lunch.
11:05 Give up and gets toddler yogurt.
11:05:30 Get toddler her favorite spoon and not the evil spoon she’s currently holding.
11:05:45 Get toddler the other favorite spoon.
11:30 Just as writing inspiration hits, toddler wants me to wave arms along with the Little Einsteins. I try to type with my toes and end up accidentally tweeting my most successful tweet to date. (And I was on iTunes at the time…go figure.)