You see, my eighty-four-year-old dad just had knee replacement surgery and he and my mother have been staying with me since he was released from rehab a week ago. My house is now a nursing home complete with daily visits from nurses, physical therapists, respiratory therapists and more.
When the troops aren't parading through my house, I'm on duty. And trust me, my father is not the ideal patient. My husband says he's never heard my name called so often!
The moment I sit at the computer, I'm summoned for either my dad or my handicapped mother. Mind you, I'm not complaining -- I'm explaining -- maybe more to myself, why I'm being less productive than I've been in years.
At least there is a light at the end of the tunnel. They'll be flying home to New York before the end of March. At least, that's the plan. In the meanwhile, I'll have to hang close to home and suck it up. After all, my parents spent many years taking care of my every need.
What about you? What hinders your production? What makes it fly?