My Best Intentions

I woke up with a belly full of fire, ready to conquer the world, the house, the garden, AND the work-in-progress, not necessarily in that order. But by the time I got everyone out the door and dealt with Cranky Teething Doom alternating with the Endless Laundry Pile for two and a half hours, my mood is now more clean ALL the things? than ever.

But I shall persevere! I shall triumph!

Looking ahead to time management and recognizing my own limitations, yesterday I also threw the towel in (FOREVER) on anything but the most perfunctory container gardening, and we began ripping out the front fenced section, filling in the flower beds around the house with repurposed patio rock. Seriously, what kind of self-respecting tree-loving earth elemental rips out a garden to make More Driveway?

Don't you judge me. All I ever managed to cultivate was weeds and exasperation. The world doesn't need more of those.

Now, to plant little story seedlings in my brain instead, and feed them with ginger molasses cookies and water them with fresh shots of espresso!

(Seriously, make me feel better and tell me what you feel guilty for NOT doing to make time for the writing. Enablers, unite!)