Had time set aside to write (catch up) today, but of course a (somewhat) sick child threw a monkey wrench into my plans. Then if that weren’t enough, a call from my tax advisor sent me frantically digging through paperwork (again) and running to the bank — with a sick child in tow (not fun).
And, of course, the “I’m not writing…” cloud follows me everywhere.
Now my other two are home, and hungry. And the baseball practice/track meet extravaganza begins in less than an hour. Chicken nuggets, anyone?