So, Saturday

The hubs took the children away today.  Something about a “spring game” and football and scrimmagey things and blah blah blah.  All I heard really, when he set this up was: “We’ll be gone Saturday.  That ok?”

Why, yes.

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FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST!  Thank God almighty!!

YES!

TAKE MAH BABIES!  TAKE, EM!

And you too, sweet husband, whom I adore more than the sun and moon and stars and all that stuff.  Even more than Reese’s Peanut Butter cups.

You go, too. Really.  I will miss you.

Go forth and watch your football.

I will stay HERE and write. By “write” I actually mean:  WORK ON SOMETHING FOR AN UNDETERMINED BUT RATHER LONG AMOUNT OF TIME THAT I GET TO DECIDE AND WITHOUT INTERRUPTION OF ANY TYPE.

Except maybe to go to the bathroom.  But,  just so you know, I will be the ONLY one going to the bathroom.  Nobody else.  No follow-up wiping*,  no lecturing about potty and gravity… no yelling the alphabet while a certain toddler rubs a half a cup of liquid soap somehow just on three fingertips (the more soap, the less clean. It’s a mathematical formula.  Einstein’s Theory of Grime), and NO, I repeat NO opening of the door at the coffee shop while partially dressed. **

I am not going to write anymore on Momsie today.  Instead, I am going to suck down about four cups of really strong, hot coffee (not overmicrowaved mugs of the stuff that I will leave around my house, know why?  Because I am AT A REAL COFFEEHOUSE.  WITH MUSIC.  AMBIANCE.  IT IS SO AMAZING I CAN’T STOP USING ALL CAPS) and try to send out some queries to magazines that will probably ignore me.  But you know what? I don’t care.  Because:  (oh just reread the stuff in caps).

I am leaving ya’ll, my precious readers, with a great post about… writing.  See, it’s all connected.  Every post is the freaking Circle of Life on Momsieblog, I tell you.

 

Enjoy the following.  It’s from a great blog of writers who offer great advice, love Jesus, and give good encouragement.

Happy Saturday!  Let the caffeine high begin!

 

 Word Serve Watercooler

Loved, Chosen, and Writing (for the Forseeable Future) at 5 a.m.—A Lesson from Anne Lamott

 

* If you have kids, you know what I mean by this.  Awesome.

** Has happened to me.  Did you know if you screech, “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT DOOR HANDLE MOMMA IS NOT DRESSED SON I SWEAR NO YOU DON’T DO YOU HEAR ME I WILL PUT YOU AND THAT HAND INTO NEXT WEEK YOU GOT THAT?” in a bathroom it echoes really, really loud so everywhere can hear?  Totally awesome.

 

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