D@#$ I didn’t leave home in time to get to the Y in time for the Pilates class I like AGAIN! It’s like I’m not even trying. And yet I am. The Husband took My Kid to school on his way to work so I had three whole hours to get stuff done before I had to leave the apartment at noon. It’s that combination of writing and housework that I just can’t seem to get a handle on since both are invariably more time consuming than I anticipate, not to mention the fact that when I made a rough plan of my morning I left out: personal hygiene, getting dressed; eating breakfast and/or lunch; running out to the corner store for dish detergent; looking for unwanted socks and gloves for this afternoons Girl Scout craft project; finding my daughters Girl Scout uniform vest; checking my e-mail and signing up for the parent end of Sunday’s religious education program… So now that I’ve given up on today’s personal fitness regime and suddenly have a free hour, I can instead work on laundry or dinner or PTA fundraisers or turn the hour my attention to laundry or dinner or PTA fundraisers or maybe one of those pesky writing projects…