So the Cave Troll went down for a nap yesterday–on accident, on me, while watching television at 4:00pm in the afternoon. He woke up (after sleeping in the chaos that is our living room with 3 other children bopping around and the dog and the cat and a guest and mom bitching at people to clean the damned living room) at 7:00.
He didn’t get back to sleep until 12:30 a.m..
It would be an understatement to say I am trashed, destroyed, annihilated, void of any personality whatsoever… the students know it too…they circle around, scent blood and go in for the kill…it’s days like these when I wish I taught kindergarten and could go down w/the kiddies for a nap!!
Bleahhhhccchchhh!
But, on other news…
A shout out to Karen, who gave me a very nice review for VULNERABLE… and at a very propitious time, as well! I drove to a local used book store… (Well, it was one suburb over–does that make it local or does that make me desperate? Don’t answer.) and asked them if they would want to carry my books. The first thing the owner did was hop on the computer, check amazon.com and say “You have 4 1/2 stars on the first one–we’ll put that over your display!” I was sort of dumbfounded. I had no idea they would do that–it was both cool and frightening in the same breath. I MUST give my manuscript to LIR next year before publishing–she’s already spotted some typos in BOUND, and if she can spot them, while she’s reading in the middle of a midget militia training session for Camp Chaos (Read: a three year old and a newborn!) then I think she’s a keeper!!
And, just for fun…
On the way back from the book store, the Cave Troll and our Ladybug were cracking each other up–I couldn’t see what they were doing but the Family Crapmobile was just to the rafters with chortles of pre-verbal glee. “What are they doing?” I asked Chicken, who turned around, checked out the goings on and replied, “He’s making her hit herself, mom.”
I immediately smacked her on the back of the head. “This is your fault!” I hollered, “You and your brother have been playing this same damned game since you were five!!!
She tagged me back. “Mooooooooommmmmm, Dad’s the one who taught it to us!!!!”
I love my family.
