The story of my life these days!

In my past life I was a stickler for time. I hated to be late. Now, while I still hate it, it's becoming something that happens frequently. And it still drives me a little bit batty but I can't seem to overcome it.

Yesterday was take your child to work day. It's Emma's last year and she had a good time. Honestly, I think she was bored during parts of it but it was better than hanging out at home watching television (which I reminded her today she would NOT be doing all summer). They had a comedy group coming in from Second City and do some improv, a bakery come in and do cupcake decorating and many other fun activities. I now have a sunflower growing in a pot on my desk. Good fun.

When we got home, I was exhausted. I demanded pizza for dinner (those $5 aren't always what they're cracked up to be) and wanted to collapse. Emma needed to be driven to a friend's house so after a brief reprieve I drove her. When I returned I had all the energy in the world (or so you would have thought). I finally planted my flowers which have in turn responded with joy at no longer baking on the front law in their pots from the store, weeded four different patched of land, marvelled at a large toad and gave some much needed water and attention to my vegetable garden. I'm a bit ashamed that it was June 23 and I was just finally planted my flower gardens but what can I say? It's the story of my life these days.