Vacations Are Hard Work

I'm off work this week because my daycare provider is galavanting on a sand beach somewhere with her husband. But I'm not bitter or anything. My plan (initially) was to take Ben to school every morning and then sit down and get back into writing. That cackling sound you hear? Yeah, that's my plan laughing at me.

So far I've had a visit with Tiffany and her children. Daniel is the cutest little 2 month old and I got to hold him for three straight hours. Then Carmella conned me into putting together a princess puzzle and playing a game (or three) of Go Fish. For the record? Carmella is cute AND she cheats at cards.

Then yesterday I was: Okay, no seriously. Today I'm going to write. Instead I went and got my hair cut. It's super cute. You should just focus on that while I tell you that I got lost on my way to the stylist's. Again. Normally I can sort it out but these time I actually had to phone Nancy for directions. Nancy laughed at me a lot but she did manage to get me there. Goddamn you Wellsley and your Bermuda Triangle properties!

Then today, I was all: Okay this time FOR REAL I'm going to sit down and write something. But instead I ended up grocery shopping for baking supplies because my friend Jenn (and I use that term VERY loosely) somehow suckered me into baking cupcakes for some event thingy she's hosting for wannabe Urban Planners...which I think is different from Urban Outfitters.

Anyway, Jenn redeemed herself by linking me to this article which highlights the housing crisis in Detroit. For reasons I can't even explain, Detroit is one of my favourite cities...you know, near death experience aside.

In other news, tonight I'm honestly going to write because I have plans tomorrow with Nicole and if I don't hit my minimums then I'm not allowed to go out and play.