Overread at Table 1: Writing in the Fractured moments

So tired of having to write in the frantic moments in between wife at the house and kids at the house and the job and the pets and all the other stuff that has to be done.  Wish there was a time I could write without any interruptions.  Frankly, I am tired of writing in secret, in the moments I can peel away, when my wife is at the hair salon or at the gym.  Even those times are cut short, because I always know that I have to have the kitchen clean or the laundry done or the bedroom fixed by the time she gets home, or I'll catch holy Hell because she works just as hard and has to drive twice as far and has always had everything done and yeah yeah I know ...