Yesterday, I sat down to the computer. The baby was down, and I had two hours of UNINTERRUPTED writing/editing time. I was so excited. I pulled up my wip, and got going.
15 minutes later, my son was coming in through the front door, home from school. I was like, HUH? Where did the time go? I was so immersed in the work two hours flew by like nothing.
I felt cheated. I really did! Granted, I got a good chunk of stuff done, but I still felt cheated. Like I only got the 15 minutes it FELT like I got.