Where the Blame Falls

I have fallen the way of tired head. I have these amazing writing ideas (or that is how I recall it), and by the time I have a chance to write anything, I am too spent to remember a damn thing. I blame work. And old age. And little kids. And pets. And dirty dishes. And clothes that need washed / folded / put away. And big kids. And life. That’s it! I blame life.