It’s Bad When…

…your own son tells you that you need a vacation just as soon as Daddy gets home.

<– How I Feel

September has been a stressful month on several fronts. DH has been traveling a lot this month for work. The kids are amazing! They’re able able to tune in and immediately amplify any stress I’m feeling. Mondays seem to be the worst night, especially when Dad’s gone. After two days of no routine, the kids are reluctant to settle back into doing their homework in a reasonable time.

They’re natural procrastinators. What I can I say? They come by it honestly. There’s also this impossible chemistry that goes on between them when you put them within 6 feet of each other. Somehow, even though they’re both under 5 feet still, one will end up touching, pushing, kicking or hitting the other the second your back is turned. An, of course, you can’t separate them. “*I* want you!” and “I was here FIRST!”

I can hear you now, “Why haven’t you been writing during the day, then?” I’ve tried. In fact, that’s when I planned on writing. After dropping off the kids at school , I have a nice chunk of time that’s relatively open until 2 pm. I was doing better when I was getting up early and doing my journal before getting the kids up. Maybe I can get back to that next week. I need some sleep.

I am still cranking out around 1,000 words a day in my journal and I’ve been fairly regular about posting here. What I haven’t been able to do is make any progress on either of my current stories. The Food Critic has my inner editor screaming about no oomph, no real crisis, no real plot and every time I sit down to look at it, I find it impossible to move beyond where I stopped two weeks ago. The novel is likewise sitting dead in the water. I don’t know if I’d label it writer’s block exactly, but I’m in need of decompression time.

How I Wanna Feel–>