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

http://wordservewatercooler.com/2014/04/21/loved-chosen-and-writing-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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