We missed the noon concert at Esther Short today. Why? Well, first, Reagan took one of her sleep killing naps yesterday, which resulted in a 1am bedtime for the both of us. Second, I felt guilty leaving the house in disarray while we went and played again. This tells me that I need to be more up-to-date on my cleaning. (...and blogging helps how? Ha.) I think I would feel less guilt if I wasn't anticipating a scolding from the hubs if I didn't get back in time to complete it before he got home. I suppose that in itself is a little sad. But being 37 - which feels like the magic number of change for me - I can also look at it as an opportunity to improve the many things about myself that my procrastination has stalled and withered over the years. I've never been a great housekeeper. Maybe it's time to make - and stick to- a plan. Then the kids and I can decide to go, or not go, on adventures without guilt.

Hmmm. My resolution to post a blog/journal every day on this new year for me hasn't been going so well. I'm 4 days behind. There, I posted something. Now I need some coffee.