This morning was no different from most.
Everyone knows not to speak to me until I’ve had coffee.
I’ve cleaned up cat puke.
My 6-year-old son said something clever and inappropriate (and I had flutters of equally inappropriate pride while telling him, stern mommy faced, that what he said wasn’t funny even though it was funny as hell).
I’ve debated whether my hair REALLY needs to be washed. I decide no, then remember the meeting at my daughter’s school tonight and I’m pissed at my hair. This also means make-up and being nice to people I don’t like.
Time to start work.
First I need my daily dose of Chuck Wendig. He’s my own personal cheerleader, BFF, and we spend about 30-45 mins together every day. Okay, so maybe I share him with 20,000 other fans.
Today my cheerleader had this waiting for me:
Do yourself a favor and read it.
Hope everyone is having a great week!