The Third Try

Okay. I am going to try this again.

This is the third time I've faced this same scene this morning.

The third cup of coffee. The third shot of caramel macchiato creamer.

(This, however, is not the third cookie. I do have the rest of the day to pace myself through, you know).

I feel like I have so much to get done today, I have mentally shut down.

One more paper to go for a homework-free weekend.

One kitchen to clean. One dinner to make including two extra guests.

One middle school play to attend starring my daughter.

Well, technically, she's not the star, but she might as well be as far as I'm concerned. I honestly don't know how much stage time she will have. The script has been a closely guarded secret. All I know is that she's in it and we had to make a very fast trip to Walmart this morning before school for needed shoes. I'm good at planning that way.

It's kind of gloomy out today and my electric blanket was calling to me earlier.

Come back and get warm.

You can't think anyway.

Ten minute power naps work wonders.

Except I didn't nap, but I did get warm.

And ten minutes turned into a little over thirty.

And I mentally added about five extra things to my to-do list.

So here I am again. Procrastinating and taking pictures of my cozy little desk and reminding myself how good I'll feel when I finish and hit save. I have a thousand words to write in one hour. I can do this.

Just not while I'm doing this.

Thanks for the warm-up.