interruptions

After I nailed down that my in ability to finish nearly any projects I start stems from my disgraceful absent-mindedness coupled with the high rate of interruptions, I started making a mental note of the sequence of events on a given morning.

While I'm cleaning off a clean path on the kitchen countertops, Sam wakes up, usually crying. (what he encounters those finals minutes of sleep or at the moment he opens his eyes, I'd like to know). He wants the first round of breakfast, usually toast, sometimes an egg. While he's munching toast, I'm still clearing off a dirty knife, toast crumbs and a cutting board from yesterday's breakfast. Priya wakes up, mostly in a sore disposition. Sam wants juice. I remind Priya to quick use the bathroom, then encourage her strongly again, then mention that she doesn't get breakfast until she done that. Peanut butter and toast crumbs are gracing the countertop I just cleaned.

We move to the dining room for the first round of breakfast with both kids...three steps forward (two knives and one cutting board cleared), four steps back (two dirty plates, two cups, a dustpan full of crumbs on the floor and a pool of milk on the table.)

Oh well, at least the nutrition is better than an alternative such as toaster strudels which require no utensils...