Let me tell you a little something about myself.

I drink coffee every morning. Every single morning.

Well, at least for like the last three months whilst I've been trying to give up pop.

But also, off and on throughout my 27 year old history, I've been a consistent coffee drinker for months at a time.

However.

I am terrible at making it. Horrible, actually....

I am not one for measuring ingredients. Like, when I cook or bake something, usually I just eyeball everything, taste to confirm, and then shut my eyes and hold a prayer vigil until it's finished cooking.

So far, it's worked for me.

Except for my homemade spaghetti sauce last week.... But those were tragic circumstances in which craving overruled ingredients-on-hand and I blame the country and walmart being a 20 minute drive for that one!!!!

Ahem.

Excuse me.

Anyways, eyeballing coffee hasn't exactly worked out for me and it's to the point where if I make a pot of enough coffee to share with Zach, he will taste it first before committing to an entire cup.

And.

He used to be a plain-just-black-don't-destroy-the-flavor-of-the-beans-kind-of-coffee-drinker.

Now he uses creamer.

Because of me and the Curse-of-the-Coffee-Pot.

Oh, I totally believe it's a curse!!!

Don't you?

Don't........... You.................?????????

That's what I thought! :)

Anyways, it's rare that what I make actually comes out tasting good, but that never stops me from drinking 2-3 cups a morning. I'm usually in desperate need of caffeine and good or bad, coffee is a necessity for the sanity of this family!

Whew. Can you tell I'm only through a half of cup? I'm a little all over the place...

So this morning, when my coffee actually tastes good, I'm very surprised and proud of myself and thinking about making more because it's chilly in this house and I could use the extra help today, I'm feeling a bit under the weather.

And by that, I mean my throat is super sore. And I want to blame the open windows overnight, except that it hurt all day yesterday and the windows weren't open the night before.

So shoot. If I'm getting sick, I'm going to be kind of mad about it.

I hate being sick. And I don't have time for it.

Like, anybody really has time to be sick and on top of that wants to be sick... But still.

Stella wants to go to the park today. She walked over to me this morning and said very politely, "Mommy, can we go to the park with Braden and Logan today, please, pretty please?"

Which normally, I would have been like, "Great idea! I'll text Kimbra, you get your shoes on. I don't care that it's 6:00AM and the sun isn't even up yet. Do it."

But we are not leaving this house today. I can't even wrap my head around getting dressed right now. So I told her, "No, not today honey, mommy doesn't feel good."

And she says, "You're sick?"

And I say, "Yes, I think so."

And she started laughing! Yes, laughing!! And she says, "Mommies don't get sick!" And then walked away still laughing.

So, I've got that going for me, if this actually turns out to be anything significant.

And I'm pretty sure Scarlett isn't feeling well either, since she just screamed at Stryker and then walked over and kicked him. And then after she was properly disciplined, she fell on the floor hysterically sobbing, shouting, "I'm sorry Stryker, I'm so sorry!" and then hugged him and wouldn't let go.

This day is most certainly looking up, am I right?

Yesterday was a good one too. I did Laundry at my mom's house all day. Which is a separate saga in itself and I can't even talk about it right now. And I got a ton of reviews back for my little books.

It was a bit of an emotional roller-coaster, I'm not going to lie. I have seriously contemplated not reading the reviews, like, ever.... because even if they are good, sometimes I still panic.

Like yesterday, I got a four star rating. Which is very nice. But in the review, the reviewer, who also apparently runs a small publishing house...., says I am the reason Self-Publishing has a bad reputation.

Or something along those lines. She might have said it better, and I might have heard, "I am the sole and only reason that Self-Publishing is loathed across the world and my books will single-handedly be the down fall of printed literature for the rest of time." Or something like that....

Which she's probably right(In her real words, not in my made up- insecure words....). I get it with the grammatical errors. But ouch, it still hurts to hear. Or read, in that particular case.

And I'm all, you own a publishing house? You want to fix these problems? How about publish me? Well, fix the problems first and then publish me, but you get the idea.... :)

In the same day however, a few hours later, I was ranked right up there with Harry Potter and Twilight. Which, those are THE two books to beat in my genre. I mean, not that I'll ever beat them. But they are the heavy hitters. Well, you know.

So. Really. Emotional. Roller. Coaster.

I need tougher skin. I do not ever remember being so insecure. Dang it.

Maybe it's the sickness. Yes, ok, let's blame the invisible illness and scratchy, sore throat.

I'm ok with that. How about you? Are you good?

Great. Let's move on.

No, really, I can't obsess over the negative because I have really gotten the sweetest compliments! Seriously. I love eReader Readers. They are amazing.

As of today, Reckless Magic has been downloaded 25,000 times. I feel like I should type those words out so I can actually understand them. Twenty-Five Thousand Times.

Incredible.

Of course, that means 25,000 people have a very poorly edited version of it.... But those are just small details! :)

Also. This blog has taken four hours to write. That's awesome.

And finally, I have to go buy a pregnancy test right this minute because for breakfast I just ate potato salad on ritz crackers and I feel like nobody craves potato salad for breakfast, nor do they eat it on ritz crackers. I am either definitely sick. Or pregnant. And since pregnancy is hopefully wayyyyyy out the question, maybe I should take some Tylenol instead.

Oh. Good. Grief.