"I should be writing," I think, as I bleach out the recycling bins.
"I should clean up the shredded diaper on the bathroom floor," I think, as I'm reading to my bare-bottomed toddler.
"I should be playing Uno with the big boys," I think as I catch up on Dayjob client e-mails.
"I should be implementing Phase 3 of the Dayjob Marketing Plan," I think while I'm writing.
Only on rare occasions does what I'm doing seem to be what I SHOULD be doing. The tape in my head always plays a sob song for something else.
(BTW-I never wait on the shredded diapers. And I never let my dog lick me in the face.)