Some weeks are like this past week when everything happens at once and I am running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything done with a five year old clinging to my back like a giggly leech. There's a b-movie inspired image right there.

The worst part about weeks like this is having little to no drive or time to write. Sitting down for twenty minutes of uninterrupted writing time for the past three days has been an Olympian effort but we switched out a lot of furniture this week and our work in progress living space is starting to look less dumpy more cozy. 

As always when life gets zany, my writing slumps. There are only so many hours in a day. There is only so much energy in a body. 

So why am I writing this? I am staring down at my lengthy writing task list for the day, hoping the kids let me tackle some of it. It's early. I've been up since 6:30 but just now got my first cup of coffee (that sets an unsettling rhythm for the day). I spent my week rearranging my house and performing the highly disheartening search for a job. I spent many nights, lying awake in bed, thinking, wondering, hoping, plotting, and planning. I think I've slept maybe 5 hours a night all week. 

It's time to dive into my project list. *lifts mug* Here's to productivity and progress. I plan to post chapters this weekend dammit!