Writers block

When most of you think of the words "writers block" you probably picture a writer sitting in front of a typewriter or computer with an anguished expression because they simply can't think of anything to write. You are only half correct, at least in my case.  I have no problem thinking of things to writing.  It's the writing that I have problems with.

My writers block consists of three bodies ranging in size, age, and "pestering" ability.  They work in shifts, with impressive precision timing, rarely having to cross paths in their pursuit of pestering perfection.   If you think of it in musical terms, they perform "rounds." 

Here is an example (to the tune of row, row, row your boat) in the usual order of kid 1, husband, kid 2, husband.

Mom! Mom! Mommy! Mom!
Babe! Can you come here?
I'm hungry, thirsty, need a bath!
Babe, grab me a beer!
(Repeat indefinitely.)

And thus it continues into perpetuity, with the words changing based on nothing in particular.  It's a wonder I ever get anything written.  Ever.