I think reality shows wrecked television, but
I just finished watching Project Runway.
I don't feel like doing the laundry, but
I just put my fifth load of the day in the dryer.
I sent my daughter to school in short sleeves, but
it just started snowing.
Yesterday we were walking outside barefoot, but
winter finally found us.
The Cowgirl turns nine next week, but
I've haven't figured out a party or bought a single present.
The Dancer has been potty trained since she was two, but
yesterday she had her fourth accident this week.
I think parents should always stay calm, but
yesterday I bopped my child with a stuffed cat.
I really need a babysitter this weekend, but
I think it's too late to line anything up.
I believe in healthy eating, but
I downed a bag of peanut m&ms in two days and told myself it was healthy because of the nuts.
The Dancer is bothering me and asking me to bake her some cookies, but
I am ignoring her and writing instead.
I make myself sit down and write a page every day, but
sometimes I do a lot more.
I need to interview a pilot for my next book, but
I'm too tired to learn something new today.
I got a one star review on Amazon, but
I laughed about it and didn't cry later.
I am a work in progress, but
some days I just feel like a piece of work.
I am really sorry about the stuffed cat.
How is your week wrapping up?