I blew it. It’s five days in and I blew it! I didn’t post anything on November 4th! NaBloPoMo started November 1st. All I had to do was post every day this month. I usually post 28 days out of 3o anyway. How hard can this be? The one month where I’m posting every day, I forget FOUR DAYS in? *sigh*
Well, I’ll blame it on Daylight Savings Time. Thanks William Willett for making the last two days STINK. Here’s a little recap. Maybe it will make up for my missing Day Four post.
Sunday I was awoken (woken? waked? woke up?) ONE HOUR early by my little Lydia. “Mommy! Up! Up! Play! Milk!” We went to church and I started my new nursery gig. I was in the four year old class. Within 2 seconds a four year old greeted me with, “Will you be a bear and pretend to get me?” That was pretty much how the rest of the morning went. After lunch and a trip to the used CD store (the used CD store is to my husband what Disney World is to me) Lydia missed her nap. So, for some unknown reason we decided to hop back in the car and go to a craft show—-a lame, old skool craft show. We’re talking toilet paper covers and toll painted cows, folks. (Which is the main reason I haven’t posted my sermon recap!) That night was our neighborhood Bible study. After picking her up from childcare, Lydia went to bed one hour late, which was really TWO HOURS late. Once she was asleep, we ordered a pizza and watched the Amazing Race (that’s a whole ‘nother post! seriously, goth couple from Kentucky?!).
Monday you’d think I’d get to sleep in. NOPE. 7:00am and I hear, “Mommy! Up! Up! Play! Milk!” She was ready for a nap at 10, 12, 2 and 5. But only took one. I saw her first honest to goodness tantrum complete with rolling on the floor and kicking her legs. I resorted to driving her to the farthest shopping mall I could think of just so she’d be strapped into the car seat. *sigh*
So, yeah, NaBloPoMo, you’re lucky you’re even getting Day Five from me.
(But seriously, am I kicked out? Is the NBPM PD going to show up at my bloggy door? Do I get a button that says, “I can’t hang with the good NaBloPoMoers?”)