Distractions

It's taken me forty minutes to get this far!
Every time I've settled in to blog a little, there's been 'Mum! Drink!' Or the phone has rung, I've remembered some task I intended to complete earlier, Patches-cat has become shut in a cupboard, Mrs. Kitty has decided that the biscuits left from last night simply aren't good enough.

Never am I more distracted than when I am trying to read. It appears that a book in my hand is the green light for all present (or not present) to demand my attention for just long enough to break my attention. 'Sweetheart, have you seen those 10mm Dynabolts?' Seen what? Why are you asking me?
'Mum! Bum!' 'Ask daddy, he'll change you.' 'No! Mum! Bum!' Sigh.
The FaceTime will go off- 'Hello, my darling daughter!' 'Hi dad, what's up?'

By this time I can't tell you what my book is about, let alone who wrote it or the title. If I was at a 'good bit' I'm quite out of sorts for some time!

All these distractions lead me to read at night, lying in bed next to my little girl, phone torch directed at my page, snuggled under the covers. The cats usually cuddle up around my knees although at times they like to investigate the light, usually earning a gentle shove for their pains.
In this way, I will read until one or two in the morning, wrapped in the worlds created before me, absorbed in their quests, their joys and their sorrows. Occasionally my girl will stir, sigh and roll over, one hand groping for her dummy, the other clutching her teddy bear. My partner will text on his break 'Love my girls.'
Once this missive is received, I find a good place to stop, check my page number, turn off my phone lot and snuggle down to a deep, dream filled sleep.

I'll be tired in the morning, but that's all right. Isn't that what coffee is for?