And it was going to be such a good story, too

I was all excited to sit down this morning and write up a story that's been brewing in my noggin for a few weeks now, and normally, Monday mornings are a good time for that sort of thing. The older kids are in school and preschool, the whole week is shiny and clean, and Teyla can be distracted with "Sesame Street" and a cup full of Cheerios.

But this morning, my carpool partner has sick kids, which means I'm going to be running back and forth to school all day. And my van's check engine light came on as I was coming home from my first school run. And Teyla has had two massively stinky diapers in the hour since we've been home.

So real life intrudes on the blog life, once again. I'm going to have to put off the story writing until later. Hopefully, I'll manage to cobble together a few free minutes this afternoon while the kids watch "Martha Speaks" and "Fetch!" Of course, it remains to be seen if my brain will cooperate. Lately, I've noticed this horrible trend, where I compose posts and journal entries all day in my head, but when I finally get the time to write (which invariably comes after everyone is in bed around 9:30 PM), I have no energy left to be creative.

I suspect this is true for most SAHMs who have young kids, and it will change (a little) as the kids get older. I've heard rumors that once your kids are in school, you might even have a few hours each day when you're alone. I can't really comprehend that -- I don't even shower without a little person hanging out between the tub and the shower curtain -- but it's what I've heard.