Focus Lauren... FOCUS!!

Anyone who has been in my household knows I use the word "focus" a lot. I always yell that to my kids when they are in la-la land.

"Hunter. Hunterrr. HUNTER??? FOCUS HUNTER! FOCUS!!"

"Hello Dylan- FOCUS. Thank you!!!!"

That always gets their attention and then I can relay whatever point I'm trying to get across. But it seems the past few years it might do good to have someone yelling that at me. Seriously, I do not pay attention. And it's not because I'm flighty (although I'm sure some of you are chuckling at that statement) and it's not because I have ADD or anything either. Truth is- I think I'm in la-la land just as much as my kids are. I kid you not I will be starting out my trip to go somewhere and the daydreaming immediately begins...What can I make for dinner tonight? Should I cut my hair short? I need to call Shannon today and remind her of that time we got separated in 6th grade and we talked to each other through our reflections in our make up mirrors. Man, that was funny. Why do I read People.com... Lindsey Lohan is so stupid. Everyone in Hollywood is stupid. I'm hungry. Cookies...mmmm, cookies. 20 MINUTES LATER I have arrived at my destination without having any recollection of actually driving there. Reality sets in and I panic. Did I run any stop signs?! Did I cut anyone off or pull out in front of anyone?? It takes me about 60 seconds to realize- Hey, we're here, we're safe. No harm, no foul!!

I also do this while showering. I'll get in the shower and start thinking about my day, or a funny movie I've watched- "Roy? No honey, Travis. Sweet Trav." (3 high fives! to the first person who can tell me the movie that quote is from), or what activity I'll do with the kids, what song I'll cover on my first country pop album?  or what my acceptance speech will be at the Emmy's and BOOM - Did I wash my hair yet? How many times have I conditioned??? Wait, how long have I been in here????

And heaven forbid the radio is on while I'm cleaning!! A simple dusting/windex-ing event can turn into a full production of Soul Train. 93 minutes later... Me, Gladys, the Pips, the Tops (all Four of them), Smokey Robinson, Chaka Kahn, The Jacksons, and Kool & the Gang have cleaned 1/2 of one end table and the entertainment center. Out of breath, I look around the room. My trip on the Midnight Train to Georgia has not only prevented me from cleaning anything, but I've made more of a mess because I've (of course) gotten the kids involved and we've dug out 70's costumes, microphones, and guitars. *Sigh*

I'm pretty sure the reason it's getting worse is because I stay at home with the kids. I am at home pretty much all.the.time. I love it... but unfortunately, come winter time, I am two eye twitches away from being sent to the nut house. Cabin fever anyone? I can't say that I hate all this silliness about myself though. I sort of love it. It keeps me young, it makes me laugh, it provides some amazing adventures for me and the kids (hopefully leaving them with fantastic memories of their childhood), and ironically it keeps me from going crazy!! haha. I can't remember a time where I wasn't daydreaming/imagining/creating. I've had many a sore bum from falling while doing high kicks pretending to be a Rockette, a raw throat from belting out Mariah Carey songs, an exhausted mind from writing out endless comedy routines and playing them over and over in my mind, a tired arm from pretending to be the first female pitcher in the MLB, scary looking Barbies from being a "hair stylist", endless memories of playing dress up, and that's just the TIP of my ridiculously weird iceberg.

So, should I focus more?? Nah. I don't think. I have so much fun entertaining myself. And hopefully now I can entertain some of you for a while. I think everyone daydreams or imagines from time to time. I know a few who rock it out in their car and a few who sing in the shower, a few who have random dreams that just reek of awesomeness and even a select few who will still play Barbies with me. Sadly it seems I know more than a few who need to un-focus a little more often... not necessarily while driving though. ;)


Butterflies and Biscuits.

Lauren