My children never fail to completely annihilate any inkling of inspiration that comes my way. In fact, it is so certain that when in my best moments of creativity, mental tenacity and productivity I start the countdown until a major WTF out of this world moment requires my attention- sadly with 80% accuracy.
This evening my attention was drawn to this yellow leaf on the floor. It's a little bigger than my palm and the patterns and colors are quite vibrant. I say to myself, "how beautiful". That's when I panicked. Moms don't get these out of body experiences. Sadly we don't deserve these moments when the world around us slows down and we can zero in on nirvana. So I knew some storm was coming.
It didn't take a second for my youngest to come rushing into my room chest and face caked in blood the other two yelling in an indecipherable language of warning behind her. Amidst the chaos what was my initial reaction? Gag reflex.
I hate people motor oil. The sight of the thick bright red stuff makes me immediately think part of you is dying. This was then followed by a tiny panicked feeling because I never have experienced a nose bleed. The other 23 chromosomes has, but not me.
Well my gangster jumped into action. I cleaned her up, got her water and sent them all back to bed for the 5th time only to realize my creative window had closed and I was no longer motivated to do anything.