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Coloring, Kids, and a Bite of Humble Pie

Listen. I wasn’t going to tell you that I bought into the adult coloring book trend. I know, I know. Even though there are studies and testimonies and all sorts of people saying “They’re so awesome! They, like, totally calm me down!” I didn’t want to admit to it, too. I don’t know why. It’s…embarrassing? I AM A BUSY WOMAN, I say. I am so STRESSED, I vent. Oh my goodness, it’s all just so very HARD, I wail. So I’m certainly not going to sit here and tell you that sometimes–jus sometimes–when I’m having trouble figuring something out, or puzzling through writer’s block, or feel like the whole world is falling around my shoulders…I color. And yet I just did. Damn it. Here’s the deal. I’m just like you–the mom who would sit down with her kids when they pulled out their coloring books and join them, not just because it was yay bonding time, but because, selfishly, it was fun to have an excuse…

Sliding Around On Our Bottoms is More Fun, Anyway

You may have heard me talk about this son of ours. His name, as you know, is Cian. Cian is two and a half. Cian lives a much different life than his sisters did when they were his age. He doesn’t go to Music Together class. He hasn’t been signed up for MyGym. We hardly ever, ever go to the library, but that’s mainly because I never remember to take back the books on time and we keep racking up overdue fees (role model up in HERE!). His last playdate was two months ago. Want to know what Cian does? Cian plays while Mommy flails about on her computer in the mornings. I type a little of this, a little of that, then erase it all to wail and gnash my teeth and go write a blog post like this instead. So, Cian plays. And maybe watches Little Einsteins. And poops, then asks for a snack (every. single. day, just like that. Happy to share). We eat lunch together, then tidy up (sometimes), then traipse off to pick his sisters up from school. Every day. It has to be so boring for him. I…

And It’ll Free Your Soul

As I type this, my mental to-do list is running through my head in a constant stream, like those fast-rolling credits that fly past your eyes at the end of syndicated TV shows. There are chocolate-covered pretzels to dip, about 90 of them or so (hahahaSOB), and errands to run, and three Halloween parties to either plan or attend (costumes! gifts! decorations, oh my!) in the next couple of days. There are emails between other homeroom moms that I am sort of keeping track of through my phone. My house is a disaster. The laundry is a disaster. (My hair is still a disaster.) I’m totally in the zone with this book I’m working on (it’s either crap or awesome. In another couple of thousand words I’ll send the first chapters to my agent. It’s taken me months to get to this point, a mere 15,000 words of awesome. Or crap. It could go either way. Months and months of dancing around this new book, and Agent Katie will be able to tell me in an instant if she’s still glad she signed me…