I'm going to run away.

I think every single thing I've started today has been interrupted two minutes in! I go to clean the bathroom--Mom! PMB needs a new diaper! I go to clean the diaper, hazardous chemicals and all, and get a call about the playgroup my daughter is in. The person who is supposed to host it can't do it Monday and wanted to swap with me. (I said yes, although I don't have a lot of time between now and then to get ready for it. Apparently this playgroup actually does stuff as opposed to letting the kids just run around.) As soon as I got off the phone I tried to look in the fridge for ingredients for dinner, but PMB was sort of trying to break into it. So I went to hide for a moment until he was distracted. Which of course meant that everyone came to hunt me down. I got an idea and started googling for a recipe (Swiss chard quiche). As soon as I turned the computer on, there was a crash in the kitchen. PMB pulled down the jar of dirty watercolor water onto the floor I had just mopped (to the hysterical tune of PMB while shut out of the kitchen so he wouldn't fall down). I had just started cleaning that up when I got another phone call for something else I need to do. It's now ten to six and PMB is hysterical and wants me to hold him (he is also not willing to give up mama milk. Try doing all of these things with someone hanging off your chest.) I still haven't been able to get to the refrigerator and make dinner. Not sure when DH will be home--he has 80 students to prepare for tomorrow, not to mention stress over the job list that came out today. (This would be the hiring extravaganza for next academic year. There are only 19 jobs on it, and several aren't even jobs, they're postdocs. One of the jobs is an excellent fit for him--and hundreds of other applicants, I'm sure.) Oh, and I still have to deal with ants coming under the front door to get out of the endless rain we're having.

And you wonder why I have continuity problems with my writing.

Help.