Dot Dot Dot

Ah, the dot system. Every time mama does some writing she gets a dot. These days an hour = one dot. When everything is up hill, the rules evolve. 15 minutes can get me a dot.

Right now, the dots are reward enough. Just to glance at the calendar motivates me to keep chipping away.

"Mama, you have lots of dots. Good job."

And each rainbow unicorn horn is a chore done and a step closer to earning Saturday's allowance.

Dot and unicorn-horn bliss.