Thwarted

Ok, I've been sitting here at this computer for 30 minutes now trying to write something half-way intelligent or entertaining, and this is it. Bummer. I have also been putting Will to bed... over and over and over again. I put him in, and he just keeps on coming out. He needs his blankets put on again (which would not be needed if he would stay in bed with them on), or his imaginary boo-boo hurts, or he needs bug bite medicine (he currently has no bug bites), or his eye hurts (which would be cured by going to sleep!). Anna, fortunately, is sleeping through all his commotion (they share a room). So the countless interruptions and endless calling of "Mama" have effectively jumbled all my thoughts and foiled my plans of having some peaceful time to myself this evening to write in my blog. Maybe next time...