First of all–thank you. Your good wishes, your response to my last post was beautiful. There really are no words for that situation–you all made me feel like my words weren’t too lame.
Second of all–I’ve got 10 minutes to see if I can download some Disney photos–cross your fingers!
And, while I’m waiting to see if THAT will happen…
OMG–people, I’m so overwhelmed. Would you like to see my schedule? It might help to show you why my posts are about to become the definition of random:
Get up at 6:00 a.m. Check e-mail, get ready, leave house by 7:10. (No cutting that first hour of school anymore!)
Leave school at 12:30, get home at 1. When I get home, Mate has picked Cave Troll up from school, and he is puttering around at home after lunch.
(Everyday BUT Thursday) put kids down for nap at 1:30. Wake them up at 2:45. On Thursday, we leave at 1:30 to go get Chicken because she has a short day. Every other day, we go get Chicken as soon as I can herd the fish out to the car. Get home at 3:30.
M/W–Take Cave Troll to soccer practice at 5:00. Stay there for practice. On Wednesdays, Mate will be taking Chicken to dance on this same day. Between 6:30 and 9:30–rustle up some grub, clean maybe the kitchen sort of, give baths to the short people, talk to everyone all the time while I’m trying to write and if I’m lucky, take a walk. Ten O’clock, sit at computer and work. 11:00–sneak to the television to watch a Cold Case re-run and knit. Fall asleep at 11:10, get up to shower at 11:30, get to bed at 12:00. Repeat for the day.
T/Th–Take Chicken to soccer practice at 5:00. Get home, do fuck-all, take Big T to karate at 6:15. Chicken walks home from practice.
Friday–Cave Troll has a soccer game at 6:00.
Saturday–Chicken has a soccer game sometime before 2:00 p.m. The Cave Troll and Ladybug have gymnastics at 9:30 a.m.
Sunday–Clean house? Are you shitting me? I’m fucking sleeping!
Seriously–I’m worried about the writing–that hour after school was really wonderful–if I can’t get the kids to take a nap when they’re supposed to (and so far, Ladybug is on a nap strike. She’s turned into a totally different child, and not in a good way, either) my writing is going to totally take a hit and I’m trying not to spend precious energy panicking. I’m ready to print out BMoon II and send it out–FINALLY and the Jack & Teague story is ready to put up on the website. I’ve got my finger poised over the keyboard to start writing RAMPANT–and I’m worried that it will be done in the Spring like I thought it would be, and I’m disappointed beyond words.
*sigh* I’m also sleep deprived and I haven’t had a day of rest in three weeks. All this angst might be gone after a good nap–someone let me know where they sell those, because we’re fresh out!
(One picture posted–yippee!!! Maybe you’ll get to see the trip one pic at a time!)
