I Won't Tell, If You Don't...

Have you ever had one of those days...or weeks...or months...or lives where everything just seems beyond being manageable.  Well I'm having one of those weeks where I'm doing everything, but nothings really getting done.  And I'm quite ready for that phase to end and for the productive phase to reboot itself and kick me back into gear.

So unfortunately, I must confess that I have not been the good little writer that I should have been and am in fact slacking in all areas of my life at the moment…

-       Writing – 0

-       Editing – 0

-       Laundry – 0 (Thank God for a husband who notices when I’m down to my last few skivvies and takes charge)

-       Cat – Well, she’s still alive isn’t she!

-       Husband – Well, he’s still alive isn’t he!

As you can tell I’m kind of in defense mode, but am really more frustrated at myself than anyone else.  And it didn't help that the final games leading up to the championship game of the NCAA basketball league were on, and that Major League Baseball is officially in full swing...and apparently all my discipline and ability to reason like an actual grownup have evaporated into thin air.

But after a very hectic weekend of long driving trips made in ridiculously short amounts of time (possible speeding may have occurred, but I'll deny it if my husband asks), gift shopping, spending pithy "quality" time with the parents, attending a wedding, waking in panic after missing my alarm and oversleeping by TWO HOURS, arriving back in town just in time to play a killer game of softball (and yes, WE WON!) to finally end the weekend with killer shin-splints…I think I deserve a mini-break.

But alas, there is no time to spare for me and I must press on into this hectic animal world that I live in and pray that no one notices that I might being going commando at some point this week. Oy vey!

This is Lawless, over and out!