Here they are: Harry Potter and Charlie Leopard, begging candy from my mother-in-law.
And, for no good reason except that it made me laugh, here is a funny picture that Wade drew, at Charlie’s request. It’s a crocodile and a flamingo, sharing a hamburger with pickles and fries with catchup. Charlie was adamant about the pickles and the catchup.
That is all.
I had a great system going: I woke up at 5:00 every morning and read and wrote for an hour or so, and then had a quick shower; the boys got up around 6:45 and we ate breakfast and started our day. I’ve been doing this for a while, and it has been lovely.
But yesterday and today, thanks to the time change and two head colds, the kids have been up early. Like 5:15 am early. Coughing and sneezing and READY TO START THE DAY. I feel fortunate to have washed my face today, forget any reading or writing. Thank god I’ve committed to write a NOVEL in the next 30 days. THAT should be totally doable if this keeps up, yes?
So both kids are home with me today (even though it is Monday, my ONLY child-free day), because they are tired and snotty and I want them to rest and recover so that they can go back to school and LEAVE ME ALONE for pete’s sake. We have been watching Playhouse Disney all morning, but I think I’m going to have to turn it off here soon and actually DO something with my sick children before their brains start to ooze out of their ears (which would go nicely with all the snot, I suppose).
The saddest part is that I had a lunch date today with my lovely friend Caroline, who I used to see three or four times a week, before she went back to work full-time. Caroline is about to have a baby, so her lunch date days are limited, and we lost this one to the colds. I am starting to fear that this baby will be in kindergarden before we’re ever able to get together.
I am even more sad about this as I had a fabulous Mommy lunch yesterday with the very very lovely Crayonz. She was my first blog friend, and it was funny to ‘meet’ her in person at last when I already feel like I know her so well. Sadly, she’s at home today with her sick baby, too. Crayonz, we could ditch all these sick kids and go shopping . . . I have a discount coupon at Old Navy . . . think about it . . .
Koala Brothers is over. Time to go play with pirates! Dear god, isn’t it nap time yet?
And no, it wasn’t because of the toilet episode (which was fairly tame, actually–a quick plunge and all was well. Although it was awfully early, and I am pretty sure I was having the Bradley Whitford dream again when Henry woke me up).
I don’t exactly know how it happened, but yesterday I signed myself up for the National Novel Writing Month project. Yes, between midnight on November 1 and midnight November 30, I am going to (try to) write a 50,000 word novel. See what I mean? I’ve lost my mind!
I decided to run this past Wade yesterday, before I actually commited to anything, to see if it sounded as insane when I said it out loud as it did in my head, and he said, ‘Good for you! Do it!’ which I took as a good sign. Then he said, ‘You know, writing a novel isn’t something I ever wanted to do,’ and I said, ‘Me either!’ and I signed up anyway. BECAUSE I HAVE LOST MY MIND.
But I have been wanting, for a while, to write about something other than my children, and I think this will force me to do it. So I’m going to write a novel! Now if you will excuse me, I have two days to figure out what my novel is going to be about. I think I need a drink.
