This was supposed to be a post about safety! Yes, safety! For some good reasons, I recently wondered about safety and it’s perception.

BUT…..I’ll write about it later!

See, fifteen minutes ago I asked my beloved husband whether he would grant me ten minutes to start writing a blog post. And since he is the best husband of the world, he happily agreed (no sarcasm!). So during the last ten minutes I was sitting in front of the laptop. The little one started to play her drum set right next to me. My husband was on the phone – right next to me. When he was done, he started talking to me, asking questions. The little one started to play with the keys. My husband was done asking me questions and started marching up and down in front of me while whistling Jingle Bells. I rolled my eyes. He sat down right next to me, asking what’s wrong. I tried to explain that this wasn’t what I meant when I asked for ten minutes to concentrate. The little one started to use the keys as a screwdriver on her chair. Karsten said he’ll be quiet. And told the little one to blow the whistle on the keys instead. Two minutes later he started to tickle the little one (hence loud laughter and cries of joy). And right now he is singing the Finnish bathing song…or at least what he remembers of it…while drumming on a paper box. All of this happens not in one of the other three available rooms but within a two meter radius around me.  Somehow, my family seems to be drawn to me like moths to the flame.

Sometimes it’s just difficult to grab my thoughts. They start to form in my head, and then they are scared away by all the distraction. For now I will stop trying to catch them.

For the record: I finish this post while the little one is banging plastic toys together and Karsten tries to play the ode to joy on the chimes. With the drumstick in his mouth….