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This year, Christmas morning took me back to when my children were little – waking up early, tearing into the brightly colored packages, squeals of excitement.
Oh, and the vomit.
Note: The following blog post does NOT contain scenes of a disturbing nature to those with weak stomachs. I promise.
I say it every year, but, really, this time I mean it — this has been our busiest Summer ever.
Not only did we have the usual stuff with kids home and hubby working (4) 10 hours days and home on Fri, but also unexpected oral surgery (and the outrageous cost), a yard sale, creating a new website, and then my work schedule changed about every other week, so had to frequently rearrange all the doctor, dentist, and orthodontist appointments I’d carefully set up.
Oh, and in between all this, I finished my novel, sent it out to beta readers, then outlined the second book and started writing.
If I wasn’t so frazzled, I’m sure I’d feel a great sense of accomplishment.
I wish you all a calm, peaceful few weeks. Hopefully, a little of that will head my way, too.
This post is in honor of Puttyfest, a world-wide celebration of Multipotentialism September 23 – 25, organized by Emilie and her tribe over at her website, Puttylike.com “A Home for Multipotentialites.”
If you’ve read my About page, you know I consider myself a Multipotentialite. Well, it turns out both my daughters are as well. Poor Hubby, not only is he overrun by estrogen on a daily basis, he’s also the lone Specialist.
However, I believe that learning this is such a big part of our lives has actually enriched our family.
Summer is mostly over and apparently that quiet break I was expecting is on backorder.
Indefinitely.
Friday afternoon, I got a message from the vice principal of my kids’ school saying she had Thing2 in her office and to please call her back.
Ooo-boy. That’s never good.
Spring is crazy.
We emerge from sluggish winter, blinking at the unaccustomed sun, into a full-blown marathon, trying to keep up.
Then again, maybe that’s just me.
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Just before Thanksgiving I start to feel it. At first, it’s just a dark, looming cloud on the horizon. Pretty soon, everywhere I turn, Christmas songs play and perky sales people are in my face. Plans are made for holiday meals with the family. The weight of the “happiest time of the year” hits and all I want is to crawl into bed.