I’m supposed to be piecing some final projects for Market. My husband thinks thats what I am doing on this beautiful October Saturday. In fact he took all the kiddos to his parents house for the afternoon so that I could do it more efficiently. And what am I doing… I’m sitting here looking at the pile of blocks with no energy left to assemble them… How pathetic is that? My standard Murder She Wrote marathon is on in the background and these blocks are staring at me…daring me to do something…
