I saw my mom and dad. I came home to softball and birthday parties to plan and rsvp and baseball and editing because holy cats the book I'm still editing is out in 50 days cue panic alert. Meanwhile I have a daughter turning six on Saturday. I need to get to the book store for her. My toddler knows how to open doors. She also flushes toilets.
So writing new words has gone on the back burner to what I affectionately call, triage parenting.
Here: Please...Stand By, blogging will return when brain has been restored.