Procrastination.

It's funny how, when you decide to return to life, things happen.

My almost four year old (3 days from now!) has started school. Everyday, Monday through Friday, half days. She rides the bus. My baby, who is not exactly a baby anymore, is riding the bus. I feel as though I haven't even really begun to understand the magnitude of that statement. My child is going to school. For the next 12 years, my baby girl will be a slave to the public school system. She'll start becoming who she'll be.

Whoa.

So here I am, the mom of a preschooler, ready to write.

And I haven't done anything yet.

Not because I don't want to. But because I've been busy (excuse).

My mom's having surgery on her back, possibly within the next week, and I'm hoping I can fly out to help her for a few days. Which means leaving my girls. That stinks, and if Bob can't get off work a friend has offered very awesomely to help us out...I just hope she's fine after that haha. Everything associated with that terrifies me. My mom. Surgery. Ugh. She's so stubborn she wants to do it herself. BUT IT'S BACK SURGERY MOM.

I decided yesterday to start p90x plus and c25k...because, well. I need to.

I made a chore chart. I made an appointment for family pictures.

I had apples. Dozens and dozens of apples, that needing to be apple sauced and apple buttered and apple pied.

I also had to make cookies. Because...that's what happens when you run out of apples.



But in all seriousness, I am going to do write today.

Or I'm going to have Odin take away my hammer until I'm worthy. Save a hot chick or something.

A fictional, hot chick...