So Maybe I Set My Goals Too High?

But I really am making an effort to write more often. I feel like even if I just come and get the junk that floats around my mind onto paper (er... webpage) than at least I'm doing something: I'm working on making writing a habit. Esme Codell, one of my favorite authors, wrote a book for kids called Sahara Special. It's a great story about a girl who wants to be a writer, but refuses to write in her journal at school (there's a lot more to it than that, you should go find this book right now and read it; it's that good). Her teacher, Ms. Pointy, tells her that "writers write." Seems like such simple advice, really, but it's something I have to tell myself over and over again. Writers write. As Ethan gets older, I'm finding it easier to make the time to write, but there's always something else I should be doing. The laundry. The dishes. Working out. But writers write, and so I'm here.

Both yesterday and today ended up being really great days. Yesterday, I went to a coworker's house to play with her Cricut ( ) and it was amazing. I made a card for our nephew's upcoming birthday, vinyl wall letters to put a quote up in my new classroom library and two very cool dinosaur pictures for Halsey's room. I am going to end up with one of these machines. I thought I had lost my wallet earlier that morning, so the day wasn't so good to begin with, but I'll admit that the Cricut helped to take my mind off of it. Whitney was out and about in Salem, so she came over and used her x-ray vision and found my wallet! Huzzah! Jason and Halsey finally painted the boys' closet doors (orange!) and later that evening, we went to visit another coworker and her family. Today had a nice, slow start. Just me and E. around the house. He took a good nap and then we ran a few errands. I had to go to a new dentist who despairingly confirmed that I need two root canals, but the upside is that they do conscious sedation for the dentist-phobics like myself. I took an old student/current E. babysitter and her younger sister to the bookstore (really, is there anything better than the smell of fresh, new books?) and made a small purchase myself. I came home to an amazing dinner on the table that Jason had whipped up (amazing chicken tenders with a whole wheat coating, pasta and a light garlic parmesan sauce). I did a load of laundry; E. had a bath and went to bed and now I'm getting ready to type up a piece I wrote to read at a friend's wedding this weekend. I'm exhausted, but in a totally fulfilled kind of way. I love these summer days.