So I tried this thing last year and (surprise) kind of failed at it, but I’m trying it again.
Only this time, I’m managing expectations and only committing to writing a haiku a day.
Seems reasonable, right? I mean, even the most terrible bloggers can manage to churn out three lines of seventeen syllables.
Want to follow along? Maybe give me some encouragement so I don’t quit? Glad to have you on my team.
DAY ONE: floridian october.
DAY TWO: enough.
DAY THREE: nursing to sleep.
DAY FOUR: sunday nap.
DAY FIVE: slow-cooker problems.
DAY SIX: insomnia.
DAY SEVEN: when my husband comes home.
DAY EIGHT: leftovers.
DAY NINE: fire drill.
DAY TEN: saturday nap.
DAY ELEVEN: sundays.
DAY TWELVE: starbucks.
DAY THIRTEEN: romeo.
DAY FOURTEEN: car ride home.
DAY FIFTEEN: to him i belong.
DAY SIXTEEN: ceiling fan.
DAY SEVENTEEN: life lately.
DAY EIGHTEEN: ted’s.
DAY NINETEEN: essential oils.
DAY TWENTY: date night in.
DAY TWENTY-ONE: things i’m interested in.
DAY TWENTY-TWO: grace.
DAY TWENTY-THREE: ambien.
DAY TWENTY-FOUR: a three-year-old’s halloween costume.
DAY TWENTY-FIVE: sick baby.
DAY TWENTY-SIX: the emergency room.
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: house of illness.
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: toasted graham latte.
DAY TWENTY-NINE: inbox.
DAY THIRTY: fresh air.
DAY THIRTY-ONE: halloween.
fueled by diet coke 