Right Now...

My husband is in Chicago on business. (Don't even think about it bad people. I have a panic button.)

My son is on a playdate and they went miniature golfing. The other mom keeps sending me texts delaying pick up since they are having so much fun.

My twin daughters invented some game where one of them in Ramona and the other is Beezus. They have been happily playing together in the backyard for almost two hours. It makes me so happy I almost can't type this without fighting the tears.

I have three grocery bags from Whole Foods left to unpack sitting on my kitchen floor.

There are raccoon footprints all over my back porch and outdoor seat cushions. Some of our new sod is torn up the pest also attempted to get into the rabbit food I keep stored outside.

I have 121 unread emails in my inbox, three permission slips waiting to be signed and about five loads of laundry waiting to be folded.

I can't stop laughing about this.

My kitchen floor needs to be vacuumed for about the fifth time today.

I have Michael Jackson's Thriller stuck in my head from the mechanical mummy we bought this morning at the drug store.

I just finished reading over some of my archives and I am wondering why I was so much more comfortable with myself as a writer when I first started blogging. I wish I could recapture some inspiration and a little of the confidence I once had.

I'm on my third Diet Pepsi of the day.

This is what my kitchen table looks like.