Closed for the Season

Christy started this blog almost three years ago to make some writing friends and share some recipes.

She did that.

Erica joined this blog over two years ago because she thought Christy would be a great addition to her writing team and she (erica) wanted to make some new writing friends, too.

christy was and erica did.

We both wrote this blog while we completed, edited, and queried our first manuscripts. Then we edited some more. Rewrote a couple. Wrote another, and a third. Perfected our crafts and researched agents and editors and writing styles and point of views and yes, even how to craft a sentence (ha!).

We did that, too. Successfully, I should add.

For now, are proud of our accomplishments. However, we have our limits. We are mothers and teachers and wives and daughters.

So are you (subsitute male pronouns and nouns as needed). It's okay to be overwhelmed - well, not okay, so much as "in the same boat as us." No one should feel guilty about that.

The long and short of it is - for now, we are closed for the season. Please know and believe that we cherish each and every friendship we've made here and that we will keep working on everything that's important in our lives.

Until we return, have a cup of coffee on us. We'll meet up again soon.

this is christy's cup. she shares like that.

PEE

I should probably start a new blog entitled something like My Three Sons and Me, but you're stuck reading content for that non-existent blog...here at my writing blog.  Lucky, luck you.

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Conversations at my house lately sound like this:

"(Four-Year-Old Son's Name)!, you wet the bed!"

"I know that."

"Well, where'd you go?  You're still standing in your wet pjs!"

"I went to get a kleenex to clean it up, but we there was none."

"You went to get a kleenex to clean up a bed sheets covered with pee?"

"Yeah."

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And this:

"(Six-year-old Son's Name)!  You peed all over the toilet and floor AGAIN?!?"  (Deep breath.)  "That's twice this week!"  (Deep breath.)  "From now on you may stand when you pee at school, but at home you're going to SIT to pee."

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Aaaaand:

The nanny said, "Oh, and I had to put another outfit on him (8 month old) because when I picked him up from his nap, he was just covered in pee.  I had no idea a baby that little could hold that much pee inside him!"

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So, that was three for three.

And my mom keeps asking why I don't try for another since the chances are so good I could finally have that little granddaughter for her.

Nope. I'm good.  (Very, very good.)

:)

Love my kids and all their pee.  Well, I could maybe do without the pee.

~C

chairs...and stuff

note the somewhat crazy look behind my tense grin and wide eyes

apparently we've unofficially dedicated september to blogging about how busy we are as teachers and moms and...writers.

allow me to whine at you.

no, really, i insist. let me.




i don't sit down until 9 PM. 
like, literally..
i don't
sit.
down.





all day i dream of that moment.



the sitting down in silence moment

 and i dream of opening the wip i no longer remember the name of



(i love that i can type in a search for "sleeping on a laptop" and get hundreds of images)



shut up.  SHUT UP.




at least i encourage writing during the day

im jealous of the writing time my students get

so now that i am finally sitting.  with my laptop.  and my wip is sleeping.  shhh!  i've created this nonsensical post in which i leave you with this very serious question that i hope you take a moment to consider and respond.

which chair are you?  and why?

A. 



B.



C.


D. 

E. 

F. 



G. 

And so it begins.

I'm sorry that I've been completely absent from my own blog, and from my own home, really. Although I don't need to apologize to you for that.

 A new school year begins tomorrow.  As a teacher, the past month has been hectic.  For the past three years I taught part time.  Starting tomorrow, I'll be in the classroom full time again.  I'm excited, except that I'll be away from my eight-month-old for over eight hours each day.

 I try to make myself feel better by thinking he'll be sleeping for two hours every morning, and another two hours each afternoon.  When I worked part time, I got home about one, had to wake him up to pick up my oldest son about 2:30 and then got home from that about 3:30.  So, since he'll sleep from about 1:00-3:00, I figure, it'll be fine.  Just fine.  He'll be fine.  I guess it's me I'm worried about.

My moving boxes are emptied, and the contents mostly organzied and put away.  (Some ended up getting dumped in file cabinet drawers, in top cabinets and under the rug I dragged there from my basement.  Copies upon copies are made and neatly piled into "first we'll do this"  " then we'll do this"  "then  this"  "and then this" piles.  A lamp is placed on the bookshelf behind my teacher desk.  Table legs are sawed off to fit first graders little bodies.  Name tags are filled out and stuck on top of desks.  Folder inserts are printed and, well, inserted. 

My floor at home is vaccuumed and scrubbed.  The dishwasher is emptied.  Laundry is cleaned, folded and put away.  My bank account is empty from all the materials I bought for the classroom.  I ran two miles, not six.  Lunches are made.  Clothes are laid out.  The schedule is typed.  Emergency phone numbers written.

My stomach is in knots and sleep is hard to come by.

Yup.  Every thing is as it should be the night before the first day of school.

I hope you and your children have a wonderful day.  I'm sure erica and I will too.

We'll be back to share stories soon!

:)

Christy