5 minutes

Five minutes. That's all I'm allowing for this blog entry. Then I need to stop. Ceremoniously, ok, unceremoniously shut down the computer and get ready for my Afternoon Tea today. For me, getting ready, is a multi-pronged endeavour. It's not just making raspberry scones or ensuring that my Royal Albert English Country Roses set is ready for use. It's also about setting a mood in the home. I start by ensuring that I'm happy in the home. If there's laundry to be done, I must toss it in. The humming and faint smells of detergent that sometimes permeate through soothe and invigorate me. That provides me with a sense of purpose. Same goes for a running dishwasher. That too gets me going. I guess I work better with noise. Something I always knew as a young student but had a hard time convincing teachers and parents of that. Another rule for blogging as I ramble along is that I'm not allowed to edit. I did edit earlier but I will stop now. I hear my email dinging and my blinged up Blackberry (a picture for another day) buzzing. I've got one minute left. My 3-year old, pretending to be a baby (role play), is screaming. When we ask her what's wrong, she says, "Wah wah." She stoppped. 5 minutes are up.