"Momma, I've got to go potty."
"Momma, how do you spell dinosaur?"
"Momma he's sitting on my head. Again."
"Momma, at what rate would ice melt if I put it in water that has been in the fridge?"
"Momma, I think my sister is locked in the closet."
"Momma heeeeelp. They won't let me out!"
Yup. I've heard all of these and all when I'm trying to focus on something that seems important.
Then there's the unsaid interruptions, say a toddler with a garbage can hat running down the hall, or a child that has decided that it's time to brush the cat's teeth.
Mundane life is always tugging at the back of a person's mind too.
Dishes need washed. There is banana goo stuck to the floor under the table. The socks have gone on strike.
How is one ever suppose to concentrate?
I honestly don't know. I just try, rolling with life as much as I can. The crazy thing is that I don't need to concentrate as much as I think I do. It would be nice but if that's not an option I'm stubborn enough to persevere anyway, claiming little bits of quite for the treasures that they are. They add up and the interruptions add flavor to my life and writing that I wouldn't otherwise have.