Well, my count was supposed to be 6700 or so by the end of today, and I'm at a mere 4500 at 11:45 p.m. Now I'm going to be playing catch-up, which is not a game I like.
The scary thing is, I was not busy today. I had nothing to do today but write. My homeschoolers were even writing. I had to try really hard to avoid writing the way I did today.
I cleaned things that didn't need to be cleaned. Messed around on Facebook. Read a thousand old emails.
The only productive thing I did today was go to martial arts class, where at least I had a healthy outlet for my frustrations.
And I typed up my six-year-old's story, which was much better than mine. The Adventures of Old Papa Gator and Old Papa Residue will be appearing in book stores in the near future. Ethan read it out loud to him and we were all laughing so hard we were crying.
Maybe this was just a bad day and things will go better tomorrow. But if it still feels like this in a few days, I'm giving up.
At least the Yankees won. The Savage men will come home very happy.