Sunday
09/20/2009 08:14 p.m.
I sit here on a Sunday afternoon, flipping through poetry and listening to mellow music and I have to sigh. This is the life. The one moment in my week all to myself! When you have four kids, PLUS a husband, "me time" usually consists of sneaking a novel into the bathroom to kill two birds with one stone (or at least peel the paint off my wall)

I haven't written much lately, between working full time as a Supervisor of Admin (and acting part time for my Manager who is sick), Being a leader and the treasuer of my daughters Girl Guide Unit, The treasurer and VP of my kids parent Advisory councel, and the mother of three full time (and a fourth part time) it's brutal.

What I'd really like to do is write. All the time. I've written 1.75 romance novels (which by the way are so much fun to write, the sex alone is non stop entertainment!) and would love to seek publication but it's hard to prepare for something that locked in the bathroom.

I should be doing it now, but frankly, I'm pooped. Finnegan, my fourteen month old, will be awake from his nap soon and barking at the neighbors from his window, my seven year old son Logan, who is currently eating cookies on my bed will enevitably need company soon, and my eleven year old girl Meghan, will have some pre-teen emotionally charged argument with her bext friend who had a sleepover.

Oh, and the hundred errands on my "to do" list are beckoning.

So, here I sit. doing nothing. It feels great.
I am currently Exhausted
I am listening to James Blunt