it's never too late, you're never too bad, never too old, never too sick to start from scratch and begin again.-choudhury
I'm writing this at 8:51pm on a Friday night. Things should just be getting started, right?
Wrong. So, so wrong.
After a 4:30am wake up from the boys (they wake up WAY too early. Good thing they're cute.)
I've walked. Taken photos. Written in my journal. Crunched numbers. Screened applications. Walked the hounds. Made dinner.
DONE ALL THE THINGS.
Tomorrow is the Wolf Trap Ball, which is a lovely evening out with the hubs and some of my favorite colleagues. But, in order to sparkle tomorrow, mama's going to need some serious shut-eye tomorrow.
(How long do I have to sleep before I look like the 29-year-old me? Hell, I'd even settle for the 35-year-old me. She was pretty foxy, right?)
Three weeks until the audition tour starts. A few precious weekends before the road beckons. When I'm not gussied up in my fancy clothes, I'll be in my yoga pants, hanging with my boys, reading and writing and cooking and ignoring the monsters in the back of the fridge and the dust bunnies in the corners.
Hope you'll be spending the weekend doing the things you love to do. (If you need permission? Consider it granted.)