You'd think that someone that wishes to be a writer would, well, write. Right?
I guess I have let the carefree feelings of summer get away with me. And by that I mean that absolutely nothing worth talking about happens every single day.
I hardly have any readers now as it is and if I start writing about my day, both of you would probably hit the unsubscribe button.
Last week the boys were gone to a VBS, church camp type of thing. They left every morning at 7:30 and arrived home between 3-3:15.
Best $30 and a box a popcicles I ever spent.
The first three days I got the house put in order and had a lot of fun listening to the quiet. On the fourth day, I ended up being gone all day in what turned into Operation What-Was-I-Thinking.
For three days I went in search of the perfect dress to wear to an evening wedding that is due to take place in T minus 12 days. The dress and necklace has been located but the shoes remain MIA.
The stress of trying to find the appropriate attire stress me out, therefore, I want chocolate/cookies/candies/cake/whateverIcangetmyhandson.
The aforementioned confectionery delights is what has caused an extended tour of every store in middle Tennessee. It's a vicious cycle.
I may be wearing silver flip-flops at this point.
In other news, I helped a friend write a paper on diversity in the classroom. She was assigned Educating Esme to read as well. I started it Sunday night and finished it Monday morning (it's a quick read). I highly recommend this book. If you are a teacher, want to be a teacher, or think you know what a teacher has to deal with, READ IT. It will open your eyes to a whole 'nother world.
(Click on the link in my sidebar to get to the amazon.com listing.)
Well, that about sums me up. With this exciting life, I am expecting TLC to offer me a show any day now...