An empty house should mean I can focus completely. I should have been able to hash out this post so quickly, but I’ve been sitting here trying to write for two hours. I’ve stretched and had tea, and stared into the distance. I’ve acknowledged how quiet it is aside from the hammering coming from the construction workers outside. I’ve noted that the kids are not here singing and squabbling. But I haven’t been able to focus. No words have come to my mind. Instead, I’ve replayed “when he smiled, the girls went wild with ooos and aaahs,” repeatedly since my kids got into Hercules a few weeks ago. Every day, when they sit down to a meal, they ask Siri to play Hercules on the speaker. And away we go. We listen to the entire thing. It turned into a dance party the other night. Hercules might be one of my favourite Disney films. I loved the music so much as a kid, that I got the CD and listened to it, repeatedly, just like my kids are doing now. The problem lies in the fact that I now cannot focus. Even now, as I’m typing, I can only hear the lyrics and melody to Zero to Hero.
My plans for today and been thwarted by this fun, upbeat soundtrack that I love except for in this moment. Hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll be able to sit down and crank out my posts about Tenet and Frankenstein.