My kids are taking exams this week.Â Need I say more?Â
My kids are taking exams this week.Â Need I say more?Â
The Short List
1.) Book due.
2.) Butt getting wider with every passing day.
3.) House is a wreck.
4.) Family is a bunch of ungrateful, messy doo-doo heads.
5.) Did I mention the book is due?
PS–Agent Jenny Bent with Trident Media is guest-blogging at the Soapbox Queens today!
Pants are too tight and we’re only halfway through the holiday season.Â Methinks I’m screwed.
PS–We’re decorating the castle today over at the Soapbox Queens!Â Pop in and hang an ornament!
I cannot whine today.Â
Today, I have in my possession, a BABY!Â Squee!
My sister, bless her heart, has had to return to work and so I get to keep her darling daughter one day a week.Â OrdinarilyÂ my mother would have her on Wednesday, but since this is the day before Thanksgiving and Mom is making lots and lots of food for the family to enjoy, and I am only bringing a few casseroles–Squash, Brocolli and Corn, to be specific–I’m keeping Maddie.Â (And Karley, her older sister.Â And my kids are home today from school as well, so it’s hopping here in my little house.)Â
I’m going to let the kids make cookies and I’m going to hold the baby.Â All day.Â Because she is sweet and wonderful and smells like baby lotion.
For the past couple of days, I have been in a terrible mood and I don’t know why.Â I just came off a wonderful weekend with a couple of my very best friends.Â My house was clean when I got home.Â The book I’m working on is cooperating.Â In the grand scheme of things, all is well with my world.
So…what’s my problem?Â Why am I in this funk?Â Better still, does this ever happen to you?Â Do you ever have unexplained bitchiness?Â If so, please tell me.Â I’d like to feel better. (And misery loves company, right? )
So I’m laying there in bed last night, convinced that I have forgotten to do something important, but I can’t remember what it is.Â Oh, well, I think.Â If I can’t remember, it couldn’t have been too important, right?
It was my day to blog at The Soapbox Queens.
Guess who sat bolt upright in bed this morning at 5:55 and remembered?Â *raises hand*Â
In other news, we don’t have a puppy yet.Â All of the puppies my mom’s interested in have been spayed and neutered now, but the microchipping has to be completed before she can bring one home.Â We’re hoping to get to do this today, but we’ll see.Â As soon as she has one, though, I will post pictures of the new fur-baby.
It’s Wednesday, so whine on.
You know, things are going really well right now. I’m working on a new book and it’s flowing well. The kids are all well. The dh is finished working the outage and is finally home more. I’ve got a Writer’s Retreat this weekend that I’m really looking forward to.Â (We’re havingÂ a Murder Mystery party and I get to wear a flapper dress. Â )Â All in all, other than the fact that I continue to eat and NOT lose weight, I can’t complain. Â But that doesn’t mean that you can’t.Â Whine away!Â I’m listening!
Or Halloween comes early at Chez Nelson, whatever you want to call it.
Â It’s no secret that I have issues when it comes to modesty–I’m pretty sure that I’ve mentioned that here before.Â If I am naked, then I want to be left alone.Â dh knows this and yet last night, after I announced that I was going to have a bath, this is what happened.
I’ve stripped down, have started the water and am bent over the tub to test it, when suddenly the bathroom door expodes open.Â “Hey–”
I scream BLUE MURDER Â then whirl around and slam the door shut so hard that I send my dh tumbling back.Â Or he could have been falling over in laughter, it was hard to be sure.Â At any rate, he scared the living hell out of me and my heart was pounding so fast I thought I was going to puke.Â Kids come running down the hall.Â “What happened?Â What did you do to Momma?”
D still can’t answer because he’s still laughing.
I put on my robe, walk out into the bedroom and give him The Stare.Â
“I’m s-sorry,” he said.Â “I didn’t m-mean to scare you.”
I sent the kids from the room and delivered a silent hand gesture.Â Men.Â The morons.
So last night I’m going over a study sheet with my daughter and, while I am used to her misspelling words, I gotta tell you, this one was particularly disturbing.
I gaped, people.Â Literally.Â “Disside???”
Daughter pauses.Â “What?”
“How do you spell decide?”
MyÂ mouth hasn’t managed to close yet.Â “I don’t understand.Â Why didn’t you spell it right on the study guide?”
She shrugs, unconcerned.Â “Dunno.”
She might not know, but I do.Â Sheer laziness.Â Argh!!!
On a happier note, my son has been keeping his room clean, picking up his dirty clothes, promptly attending to his homework and working for my brother to earn money for a mission trip.
My question is this–why can’t they be good at the same time???
I have officially waited too long to have my hair done.
It has reached what I like to call The Triangle Stage, meaning that the ends that are still color- treated hold curl and the roots, which have grown out to a horrible length, don’t.Â So the hairs closest to my head cling to my scalp and the ends stand out, creating the illusion of…a big frizzy triangle.
It’s another week before my hair appointment, so no doubt the clip will continue to be my friend. :::sigh:::
***Hair Update!Â I *just* received the coolest hair doodad in the mail from Kimberly at The Writing Playground and am forever in their debt!Â This EZBun thing is WONDERFUL!Â Very comfortable, and in purple, which is my favorite color.Â Â ***