Monday, May 28, 2007

Postcards from the edge

Hello, writers and moms!

I just logged in quickly here at work, and I was astounded to see the difference in the colors on my PC here vs my laptop at home. Dude, this is ugly! So I'll have to fiddle with those sometime, sorry.

Work is long but not hard, I miss the kids, I miss being home. I miss writing time, but hey, it's only temporary. In the meantime, I'm writing when I can, and reading when I can't write. Also watching The Shield on DVD - it's really, really good.

I hope y'all are well, I'll make the rounds of the blogs soon.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Happy Mother's Day!

Hello, fellow Mummies.

I hope you're all having a wonderful day. I did.


Sunday, May 06, 2007


A mini-progress report for my mini-progress. I have crossed the 10K mark!

Against all odds, in this house. The other morning I got up at 6 and turned on my notebook, put some water on to boil, and wrote:

"I dreamed of a hawk, soaring like an angel of death over the valley."

BamBam appeared, and turned on the TV. I reminded him to feed the cats, and he asked me for some breakfast. I toasted a bagel, and sat back down, hands poised over the keyboard. Pebbles called out from the bedroom. I got her up and convinced her to play with toys, then I made my coffee. I sat back down, and read what I'd written. I added:

"Its shadow"

and there was a tug on my leg, accompanied by the word "MumMUM!" and a rather strong, unpleasant odor. Diaper change. Then I made lunches, woke DH, and it was time to take BamBam to the bus stop. Word count for the day: 16.

However, I have added words every day this week. Not many, but my spreadsheet has an entry for every day, and that feels good.

Friday, May 04, 2007

And it hits the fan.


The girl we hired didn't work out. By "didn't work out," I mean she called in sick three times in three weeks, seriously, have you ever called in sick even once at a new job? With a cold? With a sore knee? I kid you not. So, we had a conversation about dedication and commitment, and I asked her what would happen on the day she called me to say she couldn't work because she had a cold, and I told her I had no childcare arrangements for that day, and anyway both my kids are sick too, and sorry, but she'd have to tough it out?

She decided she wasn't up to the job.

What this means is that for a while, probably a few months starting on the 20th of May, I'm going to be working six days a week, fifty hours. I'm not thinking about that and what it means for this household, I'm just going to deal. Today is Friday. Tomorrow is Saturday, and it's going to be okay.

Yesterday I was at work alone for a while. I tidied my desk, threw out seventy-five of the post-its that my (treacherous, abandoning, beloved) co-worker loves so much. I was surprised to find that I was at peace. Work is a familiar place to me, and I feel comfortable with my hands on the wheel, guiding the business through the ebb and flow of customers. And hey, it's one heck of a lot easier than looking after the kids.

So maybe say a little prayer for me, and cross your fingers that my DH will suddenly learn to cook.