My mother complains that this blog no longer has enough photos. My brother complains that it doesn’t have enough words. I complain that I don’t have enough time to ensure it has EITHER on a regular basis.
Today for instance, I jumped out of bed, no time to SHOWER, and headed to church. After I’d finished molding the minds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade girls, I raced to Zaxby’s where I choked down a salad, then hurried over to Old Navy to buy my daughter tennis shoes. Whew, doesn’t that sound exhausting?
Exactly. Which is why I then came home and climbed into bed and read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo for 4 hours. It was raining, after all, and everyone I know has already read the book so it wouldn’t do if I didn’t finish it.
After I forced myself out of bed, I moved to the couch where I began to do our taxes. Our 2009 taxes. I think they’re due in a few days, so it was important that I get started. Not as important as finishing my book, but important.
And then I did some work, which I’m pretty sure is against one of the ten commandments, but Monday was looming and all of the emails in my In-Box were freaking me out.
By the time I get around to working on the blog, I’m too tired to write a lot, or find previously, unpublished photographs. There are just not enough hours in the day.
It’s not looking good for tomorrow either. The The Girl who Played with Fire is on sale at Walmart.