As I sat here for an hour writing a blog post for a client who is out of town, I did it in the midst of three children and a dog. Of course my husband is here and yes he's been helping me. In fact he's making me a grilled cheese now.
I exhaled a huge sigh of relief after banging out close to 900 words in the last hour. Then I realized a horrific truth: time tracker wasn't even turned on.