Would you believe....I'm working?

I have spent the past week looking at my computer and barely chipping at my big writing project for the month. It is starting to make me want to panic. The thing is, every time I sit down, I either am consumed with thoughts of the laundry that needs folding (or whatever else needs to be done around here) or the thoughts in my head are drowned out by boys talking at/to/around/over me.

I need the damned Cones of Silence.