Happy late Friday everyone!
First I want to apologize for not really having any extra posts up besides my flash fiction pieces. With the start of summer and having both kids home instead of just the one (and being sort of newish at this blog thing) I am still trying to figure out how to juggle everything in a timely manner. And I will be real honest, it is difficult some days for me to think of anything to blog about that I think anyone would be remotely interested in. But I promise to start working on it. Soon. Ish.
I had meant to try and have today’s post up much earlier in the day, but we have been going non stop for the past two days at my house. This weekend, Sunday to be exact, is my birthday. But I say weekend because we are celebrating most of the weekend. See, I am spoiled rotten by my husband and so each year he tries to out do himself from the previous year. I would complain but… I love it. Here is one of the cookie’s that he made me (from scratch!!)
This year is a milestone for me so we are having a big pool party tomorrow at the house which means that we have had to get the house ready, the pool ready, go to about a million stores for the items needed to accommodate said pool party goers.
So this weeks prompt from Charli Mills was absolutely perfect for me. Though reality wasn’t quite as exhausting as my POV suffered in my piece below. I want to say a quick thank you to Charli before I put in my Flash, she has inspired myself and so many other great writers with her blog and weekly prompts. She has formed such a great group of people and this week she branded the lot of us as the Congress of Carrot Ranch Rough Writers. I will be real honest, when I saw I was included in this remarkable group, I did a little dance. Ok, I did a whole lot of little dancing. But I have so much more to say about this particular post and on the Rough Writers, however my allotted blogging time is coming to an end. So much to do and not enough days in the week…
The June 11, 2014 challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications was to: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about exhaustion. Who is tired and why.
The To-Do List
I stared down at my to-do list, a lock of hair falling across my sweaty forehead. Only half of my list was completed and my muscles already screamed for me to wave the white flag in defeat. But I must go on, there were only 18 hours left until guests arrived.
If I ate dinner while vacuuming and cleaned the bathroom while I showered and dressed in the morning then that might save time. And energy.
Whose great idea was it to throw this party anyway? Oh right, mine.
I stretched my arms and snapped on my rubber gloves.
I hope that exhausted you as much as it did myself! 🙂