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Tuesday, November 02, 2004
going crazy; wanna come along?
Why on earth did I sign up for this?. Really it's not that bad. It's kind of fun. And it's not like I have anything else to do besides spending more time sitting in front of this time-eating machine, right?
Stats to date:
Words written (and saved, as opposed to words written, read, selected, and deleted en masse): 600.
Times I've changed my mind about the main point of my book: 3.
Times I've contemplated tossing out this whole idea and frantically tried to figure out something else to write about: I can't count that high.
And because my life is not crazy enough, my kids have decided to spend the last two days driving me completely out of my mind, with everything from traditional sibling rivalry, to accidental clumsy injuries, to absolutely involuntary stuff like noisily snotty noses and repetitive coughs. And LT just finally dragged all the dirty clothes out of his room -- I had been wondering a) why my hamper looked like I was caught up on laundry and also b) why his room smelled like it did. I just can't wait till he's a teenager. And it's not her fault, and I'm actually a little bit worried about it, but my daughter is like half-deaf right now. I think it has to do with this massive cold that she has, but I'm about on the point of taking her to the doctor about it and not waiting for the cold to go away like T and I had previously planned. Until we figured out yesterday that she really couldn't hear us, we were laying down punishments left and right because we thought she was just ignoring us and lying about not being able to hear us. Parents of the Year award, right there.
Also, for the What Was I Thinking category: You all know by now exactly what kind of housekeeper I am, right? I'm somewhere between your average male college student and, say, Oscar Madison. Then why, WHY, when one of my fellow altos suggested to the other altos that we use my house for a sectional rehearsal this weekend, because I live in town and I have a piano, did I not do something besides go completely tharn (read Watership Down if you don't know what that means; it's such a great word that it ought to be in regular circulation) and stammer, "Um, OK. Sure. Sunday afternoon good for you?" Because now I have to clean my house. Really REALLY clean it, because people are coming over who are not related to me in any way. And my couch. Oh good Lord, my freaky ugly couch. I wonder how long it would take my husband to forgive me if I called one of those Twelve Months No Payments No Interest places and ordered a new living room set to be delivered by the weekend?
