I am always so energized when I leave there and think I will come home and just write and write. But then I look at the clock and see that it is after 10, and I remember that I am old and tired, and there is laundry and backpacks to fill. There is an envelope of Box Tops that came in the mail that I have to tape to paper now or it will totally throw off our already pretty shaky morning routine. There is some packing to do for a quick trip to Boston this weekend, the dishwasher has to be run, a few emails need to be checked.
So, I will blog here instead. A few words that make the statement "I am writing everyday" actually true.
Blog a day baby, blog a day.