Okay. So on Day 8 of my 28 days of writing, technically, I missed.
Yes, this says Day 8.
And I’m going to backdate the publishing so it appears as though it ran on Day 8.
I’m writing it on Day 9.
Plus I’ve got to actually write Day 9.
So I’m going to give myself a little grace.
It was a Saturday.
I was fried.
We were all five home but running.
Little bit had a basketball game. Plus the boys had one at a conflicting time, well conflicting enough that Bray and I couldn’t make both (I hate it when that happens – and it appears as though it may happen again next weekend because game times are moving so I’ll miss a BIG game).
Then, the boys had baseball tryouts today (tomorrow if this was written on Day 8) and I realized we were out of a bunch of stuff. They needed new baseball pants and cleats because have I mentioned HOW FAST THEY ARE ALL GROWING!?!?! (Have I written that I had to buy L size SEVEN women’s running shoes this week…)
Then we got home and I’d gotten the wrong size (well actually it was mislabeled but tomatoh-tamahtoe) and then had to go back to Academy. And we were practicing. Plus we cooked out because it was simply spectacular weather and you have to seize every one of those days in Houston.
This is a Day 8 post, but technically on Day 9. I’m off to write on actual Day 9. Thanks for hanging with me team.