Summer Time Blues

I'm at a loss for words. No, nothing tragic has happened. I just don't have any words in me that are dying to come out in story form. My brain has hidden them somewhere in the deep while it continues to produce phrases ad nauseum.

• wash your hands
• turn off the tv and go outside
• I'll make lunch in a minute
• what do you mean you don't want to play with your sister? Why do you think I had 2 kids?
• you can pour your own cereal
• did you flush?
• get a napkin and clean that up
• put your markers/Legos/Wii remotes/dolls away

My brain is fried with summer time commands and we've only just begun. There are stories. Somewhere. I hope I find them soon.