I'm way too old for this.
On a weeknight, no less.
They were good, though.
And thanks to Maine I am now watching the part of the American Idol final where Chris Daughtry sings with Live.
I thought I had something to say.
But I don't.
I did, however, figure out why I feel like I have brain damage lately.
It's my kids.
Yes...yes...I'm blaming them, hold on.
It's because they ask me...at least 200 questions per day, each.
I'm not kidding.
I counted once.
And every time I begin a train of thought, without fail, one of them interupts me.
Now, don't get me wrong:
I love answering their questions, and I love that they ask them.
It is very jarring and bad for the mental process to have so many half-thunk thoughts lying around in my awareness.
I'm going to try to stop thinking, whenever the kids are around.
And hey, just so you know I'm not a whiner, they don't ask just normal questions.
It's not just "can I watch tv?" or "can I have a snack?"
It's more like..."what does 'eventually' mean?" or "what happens if the light never turns green?" or "but why haven't they invented jet packs yet?"
The point is, it's my fault...
I answer every question so thoroughly and so accurately that they expect no less.
I'm stuck, quiz show is my life from now on.
but at least I'm not dying of a brain issue of some sort.
It's just mental clutter.
I'll start meditating again and it'll sort itself out.