In my imaginary world (where I don’t have to give up on perfect because it’s so attainable and all?), I planned ahead. I didn’t procrastinate at all. I jumped into draft mode months ago and had polished posts ready to publish days before leaving town for eight days.
In reality, however, I didn’t write a single word before leaving town last Friday – even though I knew 31 Days would begin on Monday, whether I was ready or not.
Thankfully I’d thought through topics and had a pretty good idea of what I’d write most of the days I was gone. But somehow, Saturday’s post idea never solidified.
And after arriving home last night at 11 pm, I was done. Thirteen hours in the car, traveling over more of the Midwest than any one person should see in one day, had wiped me out. I’d been slightly car sick all day, and though Annalyn was an excellent road tripper for at least 10 of those hours, I was ready to not hear her sweet little voice say, repeatedly, “Mama? Mama? Mama?”
So I didn’t write my post for today. And though I’ve been up and at ’em for hours now, I’m not going to write it now, either. The day after a long vacation should never include swim lessons, a wedding and a date night. No, it really shouldn’t.
But since it does, this day after is also going to include a nap. Good night.