I think I might enjoy blogging – though I don’t really understand it all yet. Chatting endlessly to no one in particular seems like it might be enjoyable. But where are all the pretty colors and happy buttons I was promised. I wanted pink lacy things. I need shiny buttons.
I shall tell “no one” about my day.
It started off nicely. I whizzed through lesson plans, updated “the books.” I thought I was on a roll – until I started looking around. Mountains of laundry were everywhere (still are,) dustbunnys were fleeing their homes underneath furniture and were openly taunting me, dinner seemed to be a disaster. My oldest child was mortally wounded on her pointer finger when child #2 lunged with his wooden “light saber.”
Nothing to do but ignore it all and wait for a new day. Everything will be fresh and new tomorrow. Maybe I can find more shiny pink button options tomorrow.