Seriously, you guys? All week long I thought tomorrow was Friday. It’s finally here. Yay!
Why am I so jazzed for Friday, you might ask? After all, I work from home, so one day pretty much looks like the rest, except for those cRaZy “S” days when the males in my family are home ALL day, wanting food and attention and Something To Do.
It doesn’t MAKE sense, people! But it’s probably some deeply ingrained thing from years of school and work that’s just kind of hung on. Anyway, at least on the “S” days I don’t have to wake to an alarm.
So anyway, when I was in the shower yesterday I figured out how many months I had left to finish my novel, and then how many weeks, and because my books generally run between 114,000 to 130,000 words, how many pages I need to complete each week. Yeah, I know. Math in the shower. It’s nuts.
My point is (yeah, I have one!) that it’s totally doable, and I’ve been stressing for no good reason at all, and frankly, this book is going to RULE, so why am I so worried?
See, the sun is shining, the wind is blowing (and not in an ominous, Apocalypse way, but rather crisp and autumnal), and this morning I wore my new fuzzy pink gloves. Speaking of which, have you all checked out this awesome site: http://www.pinksuperstore.com? It is so fun. I want the pink microphone/radio for the shower. Rock on!
There’s so much to be happy about. Oh, and today my mom and step-dad are coming over for dinner, and I’m going to bake a cake – lemon raspberry. I know it seems like a spring cake, but hey – Baby wants lemon, Baby bakes lemon. I am not a slave to convention.
(If you are a particularly discriminating reader, you may have noted that this post is really nothing more than a stream of consciousness.)
Today’s thing to be extra grateful for? My son. Okay, so I’m going to set the stage for you, and then tell you what he said. Mind, I am not generally prone to telling cute kid stories, as I am painfully aware of how rarely they translate. However, this is a good one.
So yesterday I was super busy and never got around to lunch. So at about 4:30 I’m really hungry, but don’t want to spoil dinner or consume too many calories. However, I do have PMS, and was really wanting something crunchy, so I grabbed one of those little lunch packs of Cheetos (160 calories). Now, I am pretty good about not eating too much junk, and honestly? Most of the junk I eat is consumed with my coffee in the morning (don’t judge me). My point? My son rarely sees me consume such nonsense.
There I am, leaned against the counter in my kitchen, prying open a little bag of Cheetos.
My beautiful boy is breezing through, sees me, stops, and raises a brow. With cool, dry humor, he says, “Let me guess. Edna*?”
And then he swans out, without another word.
My kid is great.
On that note, people, I have to GO because in addition to my many tasks, this week is American Education Week, and I have to go into his school and “observe.” Note that I left it until the very last minute, 2pm on Friday. I hate going into the school. Like, is it me, or is there the weirdest smell in those halls?
Okay, bye.
*Edna = PMS