Three minutes before I have to wake up Wrenn for school. Wow, my time is really sliced fine these days! C'est la vie.

So, unfortunately, I am finding that life without internet access on these three mornings of the week are strangely, inexplicably, productive. Yesterday, I got the bathtub five shades whiter than I've ever seen it. It glowed in the dark when I got done with it! Today, I'm eying the hardwood floors, oh yes. Gleam, they will.

I am sad to admit that, gasp, my domestic attention wanes a bit with the computer blinking silently at me. No excuses for that one, really. I'm easily distracted by the bright colors, and frequently updated blogs. Sue me.

But lest I get carried away with this whole housecleaning thing (heaven forbid), I have been working on a few pieces of fiction. By hand. Yes dearies, Shannon has been sitting down with a PEN clutched in unwieldy fingers, writing it all out the old fashioned way. And to be honest, it's pretty dang weird. I'm much more of a typist than I am a...pennist? My handwriting is pitiful. I mean, I can write nicely when I want to, but after two hours, it ain't pretty. My hand cramps and rebels and won't play nice. But, I will admit that it's nice to stack up page after page, even if it is a bit illegible.

Well, that's it, friends. Time to iron Wrenn's uniform and begin my day.

P.S.
Is it terribly wrong to be glad that my kid's favorite breakfast is cold pop-tarts? Seriously- they WANT that. It's not me.