Today I got up early, hit the gym, shuffled the kids to their respective camps, had a car mishap — used it as an opportunity to run since I had to wait for the tow truck anyway — and then wrote. my. butt. off.
Brain is fried.
Dinner needs to be — and will be — cooked.
House is a disaster.
I don’t care.
Even though I said I would focus on the book this week, I can’t NOT blog — isn’t that funny?
Ok, I’m off! These tacos aren’t going to make themselves!