A rambling sort of post.

When you begin to blog, really commit yourself to it, you never realize there are days when you’ll not have a thing to say. Either your mind is too full, too empty, or too preoccupied; it happens. Today is one of those days. It’s another rainy day (day 4) here in the south. I have a huge list of things to accomplish today and I have strong coffee to help me get it done. But…and here’s the rub, I don’t really want to do anything. I sort of just want to sit on the couch and cuddle with my youngest. Watch cartoons all day, eat popcorn and just be the two of us. She won’t be home with me much longer, only two more years til she starts school, and I don’t want to waste any time with her. It’s times like this that I remember why I am doing this. I want her to be proud of me. I want to write stories that I know she’ll read one day and be able to say “My momma wrote this!” So that’s my inspiration to spend time here on my laptop rather than coloring with chalk with her. I need to keep writing, keep putting out books that she’ll read, that maybe one day she’ll read to her children.

Some days my oldest daughter is my inspiration, bu today it’s my youngest. Before I sign off on this very short blog, let me leave you with some of my favorite things about my youngest daughter.

1. Her deep love for coffee. This morning it was, “you’re making me coffee milk momma? Aw thank you, You’re the best. Coffee milk is my favorite.”
2. She tells me I’m the best at least ten times a day. I know this will change one day, so I’m storing them up for later.
3. Every Sunday dinner with my in-laws she has to say her own prayer after everyone else is done. It goes like this. “You are all not douchenozzles. Not Momma, not Daddy, not (sister), not Nana, not Pooh, and not (uncle). I love you.” Yes, douchenozzle is one of her favorite words, no I don’t care. It could be so much worse.
4.  She sings everything. Highly inappropriate songs, what she’s doing, and commercials. It’s seriously endearing. You’ve not lived until you’ve heard her sing Sugar by Maroon 5
5. She needs a stack of books on her bed to fall asleep. I tuck her in and then she lays in bed looking at pictures and “reading” to herself. I cannot express how happy this makes me. I can’t wait for to actually be able to read.

So that’s my youngest daughter in bullet points. She’s so much more, but that’s about all I’m ready to share. So that’s all from me today. I’m off to watch cartoons before I tackle my next to do list item.