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?”
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
* 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.