How Do Bloggers Do It?

I thought if I created this space I'd write more. I created the space, and I have a lot of ideas, but the time just has not appeared. In fact, I have a lot of things I'm not getting done. My current list of junk I've been meaning to do for more than a month includes:

• Getting estimates on getting the house painted and the deck stained.
  
• Finishing my sewing project, which is to create a little book for S. to practice zippers/buttons/snaps/etc.
• Answering my backlog of e-mail, which is embedded among the 1256 random items in my inbox.
• Figuring out what to get my mother and mother-in-law for Mother's Day (gotta get on that one).
• Cleaning my closet, which has been in disrepair since I had a fit of "I can't find anything" and threw a bunch of things on the floor.
• Getting my hair cut and my eyebrows waxed. Since it has been more than a month since I first started thinking "I need to do this" I really need to do this.
• Getting our car serviced, which I swear I'm going to do every time I ride in the passenger seat and find the seatbelt won't release just as I'm trying to lean back to a screaming kid.

I know there is more. This week's add is "getting the lawnmower repaired" because after our lawn grew beautifully for a few spring weeks and was overdue for a cutting my husband said "oh, I forgot. The lawnmower broke at the end of last season. I used the neighbor's."

On the plus side, I did get the pantry cleaned. I was inspired by the post office collection of food items this Saturday. I identified a few items for them, and a lot of out-of-date food for the trash can.

But you could say I have a few other things going on. The process of writing this post has been interrupted by:

• L. screaming with teething pain, as she seems to be getting at least three teeth at once
• S. yelling "draw a kangaroo Mommy. Draw a kangaroo" because she wants me to help color the kangaroo picture in her Curious George coloring book.
• Giving L. Tylenol.
• S. yelling "where is the red crayon? where is the red crayon" while I show her every red crayon in the crayon box. Finally she said "there it is" and plucked a wraperless red crayon from the floor.
• My sister calling to tell me how much she is enjoying watching squirrels go flying from her new spinning squirrel-proof bird feeder.
• Trying to call my brother to find out if he has created our Race for the Cure team yet.
• Nursing L.
• Searching Amazon for squirrel spinner to try to find the product my sister described (no luck, or else there would be a link).
• Checking to see what L. is doing and finding she is chewing on a shoe.
• Checking S. and finding she has emptied the entire crayon box and is systematically throwing crayons at the chairs.

I don't know why I don't have more time to blog.