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{a moment to write} 24/31 #sol18

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The March Slice of Life Story Challenge
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The weekend arrived
One would think I would have time
to write and read and relax.
But instead ...

I slept in (an extra half an hour)
Made breakfast for my family
Walked the dog
Cleaned and organized
Made a light lunch
Organized and cleaned
Stopped at the library
Ran to the sports store
Walked the dog again
Fixed dinner
Finally showered
Had date night at the movies
with the entire family

The house is now quiet
Everyone is in bed
I finally have a moment
to write this weekend.


Comments

  1. Sounds like a busy, but productive day. I hope you have some time to rest over spring break. Is that this week?

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  2. Weekends are a different kind of busy, but a mom’s work never ends. I like this list poem!

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  3. Busy, busy, busy. Hope spring break will give you a "break" and let you relax a little. Love ya, Mom

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  4. You’re a busy lady! I also like your list poem. I chuckled about date night with the entire family. It’s also neat how you changed the font style to change the alone time-neat move!

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  5. I like this list poem--list poems are among my favorites to read (I need to try writing them more often, I think). I also always think I'll have more moments to write on the weekends, but they seem to be even busier!

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