My Own Brain Time

I want to revise Virginia Woolf's book title, and phrase to describe the secret fantasy of women.

Instead of "A Room of One's Own," I crave "A Brain of One's Own."

Lately, it seems, I cannot have a fully constructed thought without interruption by boy or husband. This morning I set out to time it--to find out if I am insane, or whether I really am interrupted as often as I feel.

Well, more, it turns out. The boys interrupt, call, or demand, every 12-15 seconds. For example, in the course of writing this short and disjointed blog (during a brief quiet time, I might add) I have been interrupted three times by boys.

I am firm. I have rules. What am I doing wrong?

How do I get my brain back?????