We have all this in front of us ...

I just got home from Cole's first flag football practice. Geez. It was an hour and a half. That's not excessive or anything until you're sitting there doing nothing but watching them run plays. Again. And again. And again. Then that hour and a half stretches into 2 days and you die of hunger and thirst and other unpleasant things.

Honestly, I don't mind watching the games (which actually says a lot since I can't stand watching football under normal circumstances) (yes, feel free to defriend me now. I understand) but watching them rerun the same plays over and over again gets a little boring. I'm totally not cut out for being a soccer mom. Or a flag football mom. Whatever.

The things we do for our kids.

I have yet to do my non-journal writing today. And yesterday I got a little less than a page written. I really need to get my word count/page count up if I'm going to write an entire novel in November. I also need to figure out what to write about.

Speaking of things that I wasn't speaking about ... I've been having the weirdest, most fantastic dreams lately. Every night. It's like a floodgate has opened in my head and all the bits and pieces of whatever it is that I think about during the day get's mushed together into an unintelligible jumble. Except that it somehow makes sense. In a dream-state sort of way.

I just wish I could remember more of them.

I didn't take my nap today. I'm sure no one will mind if I squeeze one in. It's not like I have anything to do tomorrow that requires me to be completely functioning. It's settled than. I'll take a nap now and stay up super late tonight so that I can be Zombie-like tomorrow. Good plan.

I'm out.
Later.