I've been away for a while now.... lost in the everydayness of my life. Making plans to do this or that, lose weight, exercise, write, create. All half-truths because I never seem to finish anything lately. The best laid plans, you know are always the hardest ones to follow. Don't mistake this confession as sorrowful, I am glad I let life take over and that I just have time to react. Days filled with schedules, meetings and nothing out of the blue are not living, breathing experiences, they are just days. Today, I woke to a messy house, laundry to do, beds to make and other chores to take care of before the work week begins... but it is my mother's birthday. So without a blink I scooped up my daugther and went for a visit. We had pancakes this morning, and watched a sad movie, cried laughed and talked about nothing. When I got home the dishes were still in the sink, the laundry still in the washer and all I wanted to do was to spend time with my little girl. Funny, like everyone else I will kick myself later for not getting my act together today. It might make this week a little more hectic, later nights and earlier mornings, but I am sure it was exactly how I planned it.