What I really wanted to do today was plan out my week, make a grocery list, do some research for some posts, do some writing, get ahead. Maybe even hit up the grocery store. You know, get back into the swing of life after some illness followed by a long weekend with lots of traveling and all that.
Instead, I have a 3-year-old who is feverish, tired, and tossing his cookies and an 8-month-old whose world falls apart if I’m not holding it (her) together. And sometimes it (she) falls apart even with all my efforts.
So let’s just scrape by for another day or two, shall we?
Sounds like a plan to me.
Good times, people. Good times.