I have vowed I would never skip Ellen's writing prompt even if it is difficult. This week, however, it's not that it's too difficult, it's that I didn't make any time to write it.
So on that note, before I was a parent I had no idea how valuable my own time was.
I spent it doing nothing. I wasted it. I didn't appreciate it. What I then considered busy, I now dream of as a relaxing day off.
But now I do appreciate it, immensely. And because I am not feeling so well (another cold starting?), the house is a mess, and there is a Canucks game about to start, I choose to spend my time not writing this post tonight, and working on some of the other things that require my more immediate attention.
This week was busy with all the usuals, and next week gets even more complicated by the fact Jordan is having surgery and can't lift anything heavy (i.e. his two 35 pound children who need lifting) for at least a month. So you'll forgive me if I conserve my energy tonight in preparation for what's to come?
Better effort on the writing and more details on that haps around here are upcoming. I promise. If you'll excuse me, a glass of wine has my name all over it.