Fast Forward

It's like listening to three albums playing at 78, writing down the lyrics while refinishing the floor and calculating pi to the 200th decimal.
I can't seem to keep up and it feels as though important things are slipping through my fingers.
While I do enjoy going ninety miles an hour at work, other things start to lock up. Like talking to friends, playing games or having a personality.
When I sat down at the computer just now, my first thought was to log onto my office computer and get some more work done. My second thought was to so not do that.
I'm thrilled that Micah got into the swimming pool today and tried to celebrate as much as humanly possible with him...but when I was outside telling G my work woes (so Micah doesn't hear me bitching on his special night) he came outside with me. A neighbor kid who is a year older than Micah came outside to say hello and Micah wouldn't even speak to him. I chatted with him a bit and then said we had to go finish dinner.
When I asked Micah why, he said he was thinking about himself, not about talking to anyone else. And yet, he said that he would be upset if someone ignored him. I just don't get it! I try to be a good example for him and try to make him understand what it takes to make friends.
Still, today falls under the heading of positive...he got in the pool. Small victories. Small steps.