So, where was I, again?
Every night, after the first kid goes to bed, my plan is always to sit down to write, but somehow I end up watching an episode of The Big Bang Theory for the seventeenth time.
Then, when I think about writing outside of the moment of inspiration, everything gets darkly philosophical. Who cares, you know?
We've gone to baseball games, where I had to buy a $40 hat because we still haven't found the kids hats packed away for the remodel. And it wasn't just the price that was annoying. She looked at every single hat several times, and there are a lot of baseball hats just for one team. It's not a prom dress.
My son's dreams came true when a mom brought Cheetos as the team snack...and he made it to his sister's game in time to be offered a doughnut. Because this never happens, I decided to look away.
I've chased down Pagoda the Runaway Turtle, who, thankfully, is stealthy but slow.
And I lost a lot of sleep to follow breaking news while running through emergency scenarios in my head. My pledge is to make a better effort to always have milk in the house.