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I have strayed from the path of virtue. My current work habits suck. Some of that is because, over the last year or so, there have been so many interruptions and, maybe worse, threats of interruptions, that I've become too anxious to focus on writing. It's easier to cruise through my email and read blogs--if I get a text message announcing some wee crisis, I don't feel so bad about ducking out to save the day. The only thing that suffers is the writing. Two years ago I had everything organized--work, the gym, dealing with the young. Now, not so much. Adding a dog to the mix (much as I adore the dog) has not helped.

This state of affairs cannot be permitted to continue.

So: today I went to the gym for the first time since my wrist really started bothering me (like, say, early April). I'm trying to figure out how I can do the gym thing three times a week and give Air Emily her daily hour in the park, and spend at least three hours a day writing. That's six hours, total. I mean, I don't have a day job (or rather, this is my day job) so it shouldn't be that difficult, right?

I'm going to have to get tough with the kids about Radio Silence during my work time: No phone calls, no text messages, no crises. Bring your homework, bring your lunch money, do not get too involved in someone else's drama. I'll be available from 3pm onward for all your mothering needs.

We'll see how that goes over.