My Inner Donna Reed/Martha Stewart/Susie Homemaker Needs to Shut Up Already

Have you ever had one of those days where, even though you never stopped moving, nothing you planned on doing ever seemed to get done? That was yesterday for me. I'm trying not to make it two days in a row.

I have three loaves of banana bread baking in the oven. My third cup of coffee (Green Mountain Nantucket Blend K-cup) is going down smoothly. I watered the garden. The laundry is rolling. I was even brave enough to change the printer cartridges, and so my fingers are black now. The kids are at school and I've been home alone for an hour. I should be working on one of the three main writing projects, and I'm not. I need to reflect on this.

I'm feeling guilty about my writing time. The bathrooms could use another scrubbing. The whole house needs to be swept, again, and there is always, always more laundry. It's not like I'm sitting on the couch watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix while finishing off the Halloween candy, although if I get depressed enough about my inaction, that is a definite possibility.

My inner Donna Reed/Martha Stewart/Susie Homemaker needs to shut up already and let me write for a while. The messes will still be there later. The ideas may not be.