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Me having all this extra time to write, that is?

Now that I’m not doing the show, I figured I’d be able to use my evenings to write when I realized that I almost never wrote at night before. I wrote during the day so I’d be able to kick back with the family while everyone was home. So now how do I say, “Sorry, everyone. I still can’t play with you. I have to write, instead.” Maybe I can train my brain to kickstart in the mornings so I can get some words in then. Other than blog posts, I mean. *gg*

I always wondered what it would be like to go back to work once the kids were old enough. I don’t like it.

I mean, I like my job — libraries are just plain awesome — but I don’t like this constant feeling that I’m not getting stuff done. Before, if stuff didn’t get done it was because I forgot or I was just procrastinating. Now, it’s because I run out of steam by 7 pm.

Not to mention, I had to go to the PO last night to mail out our Mother’s Day presents. Unfortunately, their hours are 9-5. Well, I work from 9-4:30, but I don’t get home until almost 5. So by the time I picked up the packages and made it to the PO, they were closed. Grrrr. And the Post Office whines because so few people use them anymore. Well duh! That’s because no one can get there before they close! I had to use UPS instead.

I am very, very fortunate that this isn’t something I have to keep doing. I don’t think I fully appreciated that until now.

So as this next Mother’s Day rolls around, extra hats off to the working moms out there. Y’all rock.

Eva Gale passed me this link and I thought it was awesome: A Father – Daughter Bond, Page by Page.

For 3,218 nights (and some mornings, if Mr. Brozina was coming home too late to read), The Streak went on. It progressed from James Marshall’s picture books about George and Martha (two close friends who happen to be hippos) to middle-school classics like “When Zachary Beaver Came to Town” to the 14 Oz books (which they read four times each), to Harry Potter, Agatha Christie, Dickens and Shakespeare, continuing on, until Kristen’s first day of college.

And now for something completely different!

We have this inside joke in our family. My DH, who is a pretty literal guy, gets annoyed when people aren’t articulate. Nothing is likely to irritate him more than when I say, “That thingy over there by the other thingy. You know, that thing!” It works best if I point at “that thing” while he’s not looking. This can provide me with hours of entertainment.

In an effort to get all of us to communicate more effectively, one of his favorite sayings is, “Words mean things!”

Oh really? Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

Gets him every time. *gg*

Sir Christopher Lee reads Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.

I’ve been panicking about how to manage my schedule with the PCA conference coming up this week.

Dude.

It’s not until next week. *blush*

This week is easy. First rehearsal tonight, Science Olympiad on Saturday. No freaking out necessary. And since I no longer have to freak out, I better get some writing done. The Margie Lawson workshop coming up in April wants the first 3 chapters of something and I got nothing.

I haven’t auditioned for a show in years. Like, since Monkey Boy was just a Monkey Baby. But tonight they’re auditioning for a little community theatre thing close by and DH encouraged me to go. So I’m going. My stomach is trembling, which is both ticklish and nauseating.

Gah! What was I thinking?!

Back from the wilds of Indianapolis, where we spent the weekend for MILs birthday. Happy Birthday Sue!

I’m finally caught up with the entire Lora Leigh Breed series. I think…uneven is the word I want. Some were definitely better than others, and that’s the end of my commentary. Still, they were strangely engrossing.

I read Angela Knight’s Master of Fire. Yet another excellent addition to the series.

While I was gone, I made the teensiest bit of progress on A Dark and Stormy Knight. Don’t worry. It’ll definitely be done by the end of the month. I can’t guarantee any sooner, though. No progress on anything else, though. I hate these dry spells.

But today is about catching up from the weekend. Loads of laundry, picking up the dog, restocking the fridge. Fun stuff.

Glad to be home!

I’m over at Beyond the Veil today wondering where they keep the serenity and when are they gonna crack open the can?

I wonder if normal people do this, or if it’s a function of my ADD, or what. I can’t remember big things that happen.

I mean, I remember my kid’s birthdays and when I got married, but I was trying to think today of when I had my hysterectomy. I know I had it in September, the year we moved from England to South Carolina. But that’s it. I define time by where we lived, not WHEN we lived.

I forget how old I am. Sometimes I’m older, sometimes I’m younger. Well, I’m not often younger. *gg* I have to do the math to remember, which is okay because at least I was born in an easy year to add from — 1970. Unlike my dh, who was born in ‘62, which is harder to do sums from.

I think I need to write a master list of where I’ve lived and the years we were there. I mean, I know that we moved from Louisiana to Virginia on The Monkey Princess’s 1st birthday, so I can figure out when we did that. And that we celebrated Monkey Boy’s 1st birthday in temporary quarters at RAF Lakenheath, so I can do that math.

But man, I wish I could just remember stuff like regular people.

How do y’all do it?

Obviously, I have screwed up somewhere.

My son pitched a fit this morning — in his quiet, “I’m mad at you but I’m just going to sit here with red eyes and think miserable thoughts at you” kind of way — because I didn’t have the right kind of cereal in the house.

Now, I think he just woke up cranky and if it hadn’t been cereal, it would have been something else.

But dang. We weren’t OUT of cereal, we just didn’t have anything neon-colored.

So I’m torn between feeling like a bad mom because I don’t have the right kind of cereal or going all militant-vegan-sugarless on his scrawny little behind. Probably something in between is the right answer.

I swear, I try to blog. I honestly do. But it looks like ATT Uverse … or someone … despises me. I’ll be able to get here for several days in a row, then poof. I can’t see my website at all, although I know that other people can!

I’ve been putting off dealing with these people for far too long. They make me feel stupid, but I just can’t take the uncertainty of not knowing whether or not my website will work today. Very frustrating.

Also, I’m sick. DH and I have both been down with colds all weekend. His was really bad over the weekend, and mine was just middling, but enough to make me tired. Until yesterday. Now I feel rotten and he’s still in bed, taking a sick day.

Too bad. My house likes like a bomb site. DS is Star of the Week and we haven’t done his poster. I missed a judging deadline which I HAVE to make today. And I’m only 1500 words into Carolina Dream (I hate that title — will have to change it.)

There are days when what you want to do and what you have to do are not the same thing. At all.

Today, my chapter is having a Write-In. We all get together and write like fiends for 45 minutes, gab for 15, then write some more, etc. etc. Last time we did this, I knocked out over 2K words in just a couple of hours, which is a record for me.

I’ve been looking forward to this for a month. I rearranged my entire schedule for this. Got a sub for my usual library volunteer duty. Let the Spanish teacher know I couldn’t be there today. I was free and clear.

Until last night. I got a phone call “reminder” from DS’s gifted program that today is Parent … Something day. Where we get to go and hang out in class and have lunch and see all the cool stuff they’re doing.

I don’t wanna go! I wanna write!

*sigh* Guess what I’ll be doing today?

It’s not all bad, I suppose. It doesn’t start until 11:00, so I have time to find a coffee shop and grind out a few words before I absolutely have to pack it away.

And DS, who is too cool to tell me that he’s really excited about me going, would be devastated if I blew it off. And, as another mom reminded me, it’s one day out of my life, but Monkey Boy will remember that I was there forever.

These big girl panties are bunchy.