This week has been a bit of a drain and a strain, and the writing suffered for it.
I refused to give a refund to someone - to make a long story short she simply wasn't entitled to one. She told me I didn't know how to run a business. She said I should get a degree. She said I would be very, very sorry. She told me I was mental, and childish. She called me - ready for this? - she called me a skank! And then she went outside to her car, got an empty coffee cup, and threw it at our door.
A family member is angry at me because of a decision I made. I am sad, but I am not changing my mind.
Little Boy has his first detention today. Apparently, his best friend slammed a door on his fingers, and so he punched his friend in the stomach, and knocked him into a wall where he bumped his head. It's interesting to note that the Vice Principal, on calling my husband, was audibly relieved to find that we supported her decision to punish the little Berserker, and indeed said Little Berserker is finding that there really are a lot of nasty chores that need doing around the house and yard this week. I'm grateful that his BF's mom says, never mind, they're boys, these things happen sometimes. And the BF has already pretty much forgotten the whole thing.
And unrelated to all this, I said something stupid and insensitive and I feel rotten about it.
So this morning, I said Cindy you need to write. So I got myself out of bed, and made some coffee, and laid my fingertips on the keys. That's when Pebbles woke up. She would not go back to sleep. Then Little Boy came in and spilled my whole entire cup of coffee on the carpet. That's when I taught my children an important life skill: How to say SHIT. And hell, it was going to happen sometime. Why not today?
So I'm just going to wander off and answer the voicemail now. I have two beta reads going, I hope today I'll finish my comments on one and read my way into the middle of the other. I'm going to listen to Joshua Radin, especially this one: