You’re Not a Monkey, I’m Not a Tree

My daughter has decided to dominate my time tonight.  In fact, every single time I attempted to write a blog post, she came over and tried to take control of my hands so I couldn’t type.  Then she tried to climb on me and demanded to sit on my lap, making it impossible for me to type.  She’s tired me out.  Now she’s come over to me while I type this.  Well, I guess that’s it for me tonight.  So much for productivity.