So I have been working really hard this week, putting away Christmas decorations, washing all the laundry from sick people, pampering the sick children, etc. So this afternoon, I treated myself to a few minutes in my craft room to work on some Valentine's Day cards. I had stamped for a bit, and needed to clean off my stamps, but I didn't have any cloths upstairs. So I ran down to get one, since I had just washed it. I didn't make it back upstairs for 30 minutes. Here is why.
When I got downstairs, I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, I noticed that the washer was finished with its current load. So I switched it to the dryer, and threw in another load. Baby came into the bathroom and started crying, so I picked her up and she wanted to nurse. I let her, but she was done in a couple of minutes. Then Sophie needed help getting her movie started, so I went over to the living room to help her. On my way over, I saw the table still full of lunch and decided to clear it off after I helped Sophie. While I was in the kitchen, putting away food, Baby came back and wanted to nurse again. So I sat down at the computer to nurse her and got caught up in an interesting story online. Finally she was done and so was I and I could go back to what I was doing. Um, what was I doing?