Don’t ask me why, but I really want to write a blog. And I can think of nothing to say. Nothing. I not only have writer’s block, I have cleaner’s block, cooker’s block, mother’s block, Cubbies leader’s block. The only thing I don’t have is napper’s block, but it’s too late for one of those. Nina should be waking up any minute and Livi’s bus will come shortly after that.
I’ve been busy this week preparing for the Ladies’ Luncheon I’m speaking at on Saturday. I’m looking forward to it, hoping I won’t be completely wiped out by the time it gets here. I’m just really tired.
I mean it. I can’t think of anything to write.