I know what you're thinking: Don't rush the weekend! I get it, I do. But now that my two oldest children have grown and left the nest, and my youngest spends every other weekend with his dad, some weekends can be a little too quiet, and it almost makes me miss the days of when I wrote this blog post back on May 6, 2011 ... Almost.
May 6, 2011
Is It Monday Yet?
I know most people will wake up this morning and say TGIF. But more and more, I find myself counting the hours until it's Monday again. As the weekend approaches, I look to my calendar and am faced with a familiar dilemma: how in the world will I get my kids to all of their activities and events, manage to get the grocery shopping done, do the laundry, get the house presentable enough for our company, and have a relaxing weekend?
My calendar looks something like this:
-Child#1 has a Bat Mitzvah to attend – needs to be there by 9:30am
-Child #1 needs to be picked up at 11:30am
-Child #2 has dance from noon to 1:00pm
-Child #3 is a tag-a-long
Sounds easy enough right? However, my Saturday, will most likely end up something like this:
I drop #1 off at 9:30. I come home, jump in the shower, make a shopping list, wake #2 up, get child #3 dressed, straighten up the house a little and generally feel calm that I have everything under control.
I take #2 with me at 11:15 to pick up #1. I figure I can drop #2 at dance on my way back, and I feel a sense of accomplishment that I can pick up/drop off on one trip. I plan on going to the grocery store in between drop off and pick up from dance. Child #1 will just have to come with me. I mentally prepare myself for teenage attitude.
Happy Day After Halloween! Did all of the ghosts and goblins and other fabulous and creative little and big ones have fun? You may be thinking the reason I'm having a problem with pants is because I ate too much Halloween candy last night (& possibly this morning.) Well it’s not true! Okay, it's a little true, but I have stretchy pants for this very occasion.
What I’m actually talking about has to do with writing. And since it's the first day of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) I thought today would be the perfect opportunity to talk about my writing pants. As many of my fellow wordsmiths know, when we sit down to create a story, most of us fall into one of two camps: we either start with an outline, or we just go for it. I’ve always been in the later category, otherwise known as a "pantser," aka a person who writes by the seat of their pants.
My writing has always been very character driven. And these characters have loud voices that demand attention, so I generally let them guide the action. There's something exciting about starting a new story or even a new chapter, not knowing what my characters have in mind. It's as if I'm experiencing the story the same way my readers will experience it, and I have always loved that part of my writing process. I imagine most pansters feel the same.
Of course, at some point, I do need to reel my characters in and figure out a direction. I call this my AH-HA moment. It's when everything magically falls into place, and I never know when it will strike. Although I can say from experience that it's often when I'm doing something that has nothing to do with writing and is most likely and inconveniently at a time when I'm away from any sort of writing or recording implement.
So why are my pants such a problem?
Happy Friday before Halloween! Since we're so close to Trick or Treat time, this week's Flashback Friday is all about spiders because they're creepy and crawly and perfectly spooky for this time of year. Plus this blog post from November 2, 2010 is about how my aunt and uncle sent my children SPIDERS in their annual Halloween package. True story. You can read all about it here...
November 2, 2010
How To Grow A Spider
I was hoping to have this blog post coincide with Halloween – but you know how spiders can be. In the midst of putting together Halloween costumes, working on novel #2, a sick child, and planning a Bar Mitzvah, the number one thing on my mind these days has been spiders..it's true!
Now I admit, I am not normally a huge fan of spiders, although I have gotten better. After all, they do keep other bugs from getting into the house. But generally speaking, the thought of spiders does not excite me.
So when I opened the annual Halloween package from my aunt and uncle to find three rubber spiders, my first response was “yuk”.
Hello friends! It's Friday and I remembered to post a flashback post from my old blog! This one was written May 17, 2011 when my oldest son (now 21) was 13 and my youngest son (now 12) was 4. And because I don't want to leave her out even though she isn't mentioned in this specific post, that would make my now 18 year old daughter, 10. Okay - enough math, it's Friday after all! Let's get right to it:
May 17, 2011
Where is That Teen Manual?
The request to my 13 year old was simple: “clean your room.” Let me back up for a moment, as this actually happened last week (and the week before and the week before….)
My son used to keep his room relatively neat. Clothes were generally picked up. True, they did not always make it to a hanger, but half-folded in a drawer was pretty darned close. Books were either at or near where they belonged on the bookshelves; and toys, while completely unorganized, were at least tossed in bins. Miraculously, he even managed to pull the comforter over his bed on most days.
But something happened as my son passed into this great unknown I call “teendom.” He suddenly forgot where everything belonged. He seemed to believe that his closet permanently relocated to the middle of his floor. He also seemed to have forgotten the location of the clothes hamper or that his comforter even belonged on the bed. He certainly seemed to have no recollection of ever having storage bins or shelves for of all his 'stuff.'
So after my request, my son went upstairs to get to work. I could hear him walking around from above, making sounds that one could (loosely) translate as picking things up off the floor. Thirty minutes passed before he greeted me in the kitchen with an, “I’m done.” At this point, any parent of a teen out there is no doubt shaking their head. You know what I was about to find as I entered the abyss.
Happy Monday! My Monday Mind is going at full blast today, so I'm going to try to reign it in a little. There's so much going on. First - THANKS FOR STOPPING BY! Okay, here's what's on my Monday Mind:
Did you have a good weekend? I had relatives visiting from out of town. They are not only awesome people, but they are awesome houseguests ... aka, they bring food like this Nutella birthday cake ... I KNOW! It wasn't just an awesome Saturday night desert, it was also a fabulous Sunday night dinner, a speculator Monday morning breakfast, and may possibly be the glorious main course for my lunch.