Back to the Real World

First and foremost, let me start this week’s blog post with a disclaimer:

Warning: I can not be held responsible for the quality of this post. Any typos, run-on sentences or even entire paragraphs that make little-to-no sense can not be held against me. Thanks for understanding.

I'm feeling a little absent-minded today. See, last week our family did this ...

And this ...

And even some of this ...

And we just got home. In fact, I hadn't even caught my breath when that annoying alarm clock gave me a rude awakening at 6 AM. We were off and running.

Girl #1: “Mom! I can’t find my tennis shoes!”

“They’re probably still in the suitcase.”

Girl #2: (Upon opening her backpack for the first time since spring break began): “Oh Mom, you need to sign this paper!”

Girl #3: “Have you seen my library book?”

Once everyone was finally on their way, I was eager to get something done. I had laundry to sort. A story to critique. Totes to unpack. Blog posts to write. Dinner to make. (What? I have to make dinner?) Groceries to buy. 

I tried diving into my to-do list, but I just couldn't focus. My mind was was still here ... 

And here ...

And even here ...

I looked at the clock. 11:30 AM. That’s it, I thought. It's time to get busy. No more excuses. No more daydreaming. I need to return to the real world. 

Then I got a text from my husband.

I’m open for lunch if you are.

And my mind drifted to this ...

So I figured, what the heck. The real world can wait. 



Have a great week!

Sheri