Here it is. Day Three of my four-day holiday weekend, and I have once again let life get in the way of writing. There's really no way around it, short of leaving home, or locking myself in Hick's concrete-walled, steel-doored safe room. I cannot escape my familial responsibilities. Well, maybe I could have skipped watching Mean Girls with The Pony on Friday night from 9:00 to 11:00. But a child needs quality time with his mother. And his peals of laughter were precious to behold.
Wasted days and wasted nights. I wonder if Freddy Fender was a writer. Besides songs, I mean. I try and try to budget my time, but as with any regular weekend, I run out of weekend before I run out of chores. I can squeeze in the bare basics, and then time is up. Back to work. Lucky for me, I'm off Monday. But I have to do the Walmart shopping, which I didn't do today, because, well, it's Easter Sunday. And I couldn't do it yesterday, because I had to boil 48 eggs and 10 pounds of potatoes. And make potato salad and vegetable dip. And toss in two loads of laundry. I couldn't do it Friday, because I did the Save-A-Lot shopping for ingredients for the Easter food. Oh, and in between, my boys demanded pancakes for breakfast, and two other meals a day! Sometimes, I get so frustrated I could just cry.
Oops! Time got away from me again. I've got to go watch Amazing Race. But I really need to get a handle on this time-management issue. Before the next teardrop falls.