Parked

As much as I would enjoy coming up with some sort of scathing social commentary, time has not been my friend as of late. I constantly make plans to sit down and create, but these fleeting thoughts remain simple and apparently unrealistic ambitions. I know that I need to schedule time to write, every day, especially if I ever hope to finish anything. But it's the schedule part that eludes me. Our days have been simultaneously full and empty, filled with menial tasks that I wish I could put off. In addition, Violet's naps have been few and far between lately, so I've had very little time to myself.

That being said, I need to wash the sheets and sweep/mop the floors. But not before I take Violet to the park. There are many things left to do inside the house, but we definitely need to get out of it...