At this rate you will finish on March 23rd
Kinda says it all, doesn't it?
I got busy.
I got sick.
Mr. Cynic took over the computer and I've rarely had a chance since. I believe he was on for 10 -possibly more- solid hours yesterday.
At 10:30 last night:
Mom: Get off the computer! You've been on all day!
Mr. Cynic: But I need a thousand more words to make it to today's goal!
I've created a monster.
Today I gave him the laptop and told him not to go online in his room.
Maybe I can thwart his progress a little by taking him out for a driving lesson.
Oh wait, that'll thwart mine, too.
Does this make me a bad mother?
My ears are burning.