A Christmas of Contrasts, Part the Second

 

There was something different in the air this year or maybe the water.

A Christmas of Contrasts, Part the First

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.

Crazy Making

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.

 

Smashing Through the Holiday Blues

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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.

Creativity Resources – IWSG

The last two months I was seriously in need of help and support. The Insecure Writer’s Support Group made me feel welcome, calmed me down, and pointed me in a new direction.

2012 Wrap-Up & IWSG

I consider 2012 my year of two steps forward and one-and-a-half steps back. And just when I needed it most, it’s time for the Insecure Writers’ Support Group. IWSG is a blog hop I recently joined where writers pull together to help one another.

Vomiting on Mom (It’s Not What You Think)

My husband lovingly calls it “vomiting on Mom.”

My mother used to call it “telling about your day.”

I call it “necessary evil.”

Update: Tic Disorders in Our School

Since writing my last post,  a diagnosis has been revealed concerning the 12 teenage girls in my community who suddenly developed a tic disorder.

Tic Disorders In Our School

Well, folks, when you can’t believe things could get any stranger in the world of raising families, something new pops up and blows everything before it away.

Warning: This is a long and winding post even though I cut out a lot of the extraneous stuff.