Tired Picker

I was just about done folding two loads worth of laundry.  I thought if I worked fast enough I'd be able to finish the laundry, cut and store the loaves of bread I made today, do the dishes in the kitchen, and settle down to a good, long blog post all about self-improvement.  Then my cute baby with a robust cry who I put to bed 10 minutes earlier let me know she was still hungry.  I'm blogging this one-fingered.  My picker started getting fatigued a sentence or two ago.   Better luck to me tomorrow.