at some point, my house will clean itself, right?
i keep waiting.
asher was laying on the kitchen floor this morning, flapping his arms and legs in fan-like motions...mimicking the art of making snow angels.
he said: "mama, i am making a SAND angel."
i said: "oh cool...would you mind moving over to the carpet to do that?"
he said: "NO...I want to make a real one!"
oh, i get it.
i can just keep on waiting.
i was holding it in my mind for the past few days, to come up with a great idea for a picture to contribute to this important grassroots campaign.
it is something i feel strongly about and yet,
i'm still waiting on myself to take the picture and tomorrow is election day.
i ended up waiting too long.
i was waiting for november 1st to roll around the corner so that i could write my first post for NaBloPoMo. it came, and went...no post.
but i am still going to act like i did write that first post and i'll just keep on chugging along because i really just want to give myself that challenge of posting every day this month.
even if i already failed.
why should i keep waiting, right?
and on this eve of election day here in the usa...i am waiting.
waiting to cast my vote.
let my voice be heard.
and help make some change.
i am through waiting for that.