I woke up this morning looking forward to having a productive week.

I'm definitely in writing mode; as I drove Megan to school, was formulating ideas for some awesome posts to my blogs. They were about child rearing and spirituality and the profundity of life, and I couldn't wait to get started.

I got home, flipped on my computer and waited for it to boot up.

Then I saw it: The lunch I’d packed for my daughter, sitting on the dining room table.

It took another half hour for the round trip to deliver the lunch.

I sat back down at the computer. My phone rang. I don’t know why it’s so hard for people to understand that my blogging isn't just a hobby any longer; I'm earning income from it. And just because I work at home, doesn’t mean that I’m not WORKING. I wish my friends and family would wait until after school to call me.

But it was my husband, who is visiting his mum this week in the UK – 6,000 miles and eight time zones away. That’s different.

We talked about his day, his family, and how everyone is doing. The minute we finished, the phone rang again. It was my sister, returning my call from yesterday.

The Jewish High Holy Days begin Wednesday night, and there was a possibility that she and her family would be joining us for Yom Kippur next Friday. If they did, I needed to purchase their tickets ASAP.

They’re coming (hooray). But now I needed to go to the synagogue and get those tickets. And after that, I decided to drive down to Gelson’s to order a kosher-style dinner (because I’ve learned that it’s not only easier to get it there, it’s CHEAPER. It’s a no-brainer).

And that’s what happened to the time I’d carved out this morning for writing. My profound, spiritual ideas are still circling ‘round my brain… but now, at nearly 10:00 p.m., it’s kind of deep fried. So this will have to suffice for now.