Reasons 346382 and counting as to why I clearly am not Carrie Bradshaw

I’m willing to bet that Carrie Bradshaw only had to write one column a week.  Plus she had a job, so she didn’t have to look for one. And she didn’t have kids who walk in the door right after school and announce they have a project due tomorrow and there is a shopping list a mile long of things they need to complete said project.  Of course she lived in NYC so shopping wasn’t necessarily a 30 mile drive to an over crowded store that almost guaranteed you wouldn’t make it home in time to get the other child to the school for practice before tonight’s basketball games.

And so, since I am clearly *not* living the carefree life of Carrie Bradshaw, the two posts I have in the works will just have to sit in my drafts folder another day because I’ve been put on notice, if I bring my laptop to the basketball games I will summarily be disowned if she didn’t need me to drive her everywhere and cook and buy stuff.