Surprise, surprise, Nanowrimo slipped off my radar last week. It was superseded by a puking Prince Tatertot, a Brownie Girl Scout meeting I had to plan and run, a Red Cross CPR/First Aid Training I had to complete (and just now, typing this, I realized I have yet to finish my online portion and need to click over and finish it tonight), and the usual business of keeping our three Royal Monkeys fed, clean, and dressed in weather-appropriate clothing.
My nano-number is unchanged, given I had zero output last week after being run through the gauntlet.
I’m past the point of wanting to complete Nanowrimo just for the sake of saying I did it; I never really was at that point in the beginning. What Nano is about for me is the discipline of daily writing on a big project. That I’ve been writing almost daily on this blog does not escape me; I’m a very productive procrastinator. 
Red Cross and slings made from bandanas await — off I go!
WM
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I’m a Girl Scout leader Nano-writer mommy too — and stalled on the Nano thing. Argh. I thought maybe I’d do some catching up this weekend — but guess what? So far, not at all. It doesn’t help that after 5000 words I decided I hated my novel, either.