What's love got to do with it?

This is my Desk. This is my Life. Disorganized, unsuitable for framing and definitely in need of attention. Let's not even begin to look at the bedroom and what is lying on top of the dresser, instead of in it. Neat stacks of clothes are on top of the dresser because there is no where to put the in the dresser.

Then, why, you might ask, don't I get down in there and clean the crud? Here's why - As I escavate through the layers, I am stopped cold as I uncover a polaroid of a cute little kid in play specs, a stethescope and a blood pressure cuff. Katie Rose at around four years young playing doctor with Mom.

::sigh::

How can anyone keep track of what they're doing when faced with such innocent cuteness? Surely non moi.

So, the escavation takes a break while I admire the sweetness momentarily. As I am gazing at eldest daughter, I hear running footsteps getting louder. "Mom! Mom! Guess what!! I just won 1750 Neo-points!!! Isn't that just cool, or what?!!!!"

The moment of the past changes to a moment in the present, and I've forgotten everything I was supposed to be doing.

A lot like being in love. Isn't it?