… I’m in nursing school. I’m also married. I mentor a little kid. And, I work. A lot. Besides, that I stink at time management. Stink. Stink. Like — Wowza, you really stink at that whole calendar, scheduler, planner thing, don’t’cha?
I think about this blog often. I write all sorts of daring treatises about nursing and politics and faith and marriage and baking with a godawful (Is that “french”? In that case, excuse me.) stubborn oven. I write on a little scratch pad in the back of my figment-y brain. Too bad my words never make it to paper. Or a blog post.
In other news, it’s this little wife’s bed time. 1240 am. Class at 0600. Wowza.