On the rare, blessed occasions when the littles are both absent at the same time, I can enjoy a quiet, uninteruppted carving session. I don't have to answer the same question six times in a row or tell anyone to stop shaking the table. There are no Goldfish on the craft table either.
Through all of this, the quiet and the not-so-quiet, I have two other constant companions. My children think that Caper and Moppett are their cats, but they haven't noticed yet that both cats follow Mom all over the house-however nonchalantly, and settle wherever I happen to be at. Both of them take turns holding down my important papers and sunning themselves under my lamp. Moppett sits so close as to get pieces of PZ Kut on her fur. If I have lap space available, even for a minute, one of them is there.
They are calming and inspiring at the same time. And that is pretty much the definition of a Muse.