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Just in Case I Don’t Notice the Sunshine

Cian woke up this morning with his sisters, early, even though he’d been up a few times during the night and I knew he was tired enough to have stayed asleep. “Cian!” I said. I found him sitting at the top of the stairs, eyes half shut, as if willing himself to go down to the kitchen for breakfast. “Why are you awake?” He looked up at me. “‘Cause it’s morning.” Well, then. It’s a January mood, this feeling I’ve had lately–that sense of being down-in-the-dumps, of wanting to hibernate and eat nothing other than foods filled with way too much chocolate (preferably hot, and also with cheese and/or wine. And pizza). I hear the wind rattling through the vent on the back of the family room fireplace, and feel the cold air seeping from under the door of David’s office, which is tucked down a hallway off of the kitchen and evidently has tissue paper for insulation. A million to-do lists swirl around in my brain, but I have about as much oomph to conquer…

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…

Dag, I Wrote One Anyway

When you go to to type your own blog’s website into your web browser because it’s Monday, and you usually post on Mondays, but you accidentally type in another, much more popular blog into your browser–and when it takes you a second to realize, as you’re reading this particularly entertaining, well-written blog, that (oh, yeah)–this isn’t your own blog and shouldn’t you be writing a new post, already?–it’s maybe a sign that you’re not really in the blog-writing mood and that maybe you should take today off, perhaps. So.  What you get today is a blog post about how I don’t feel like writing a blog post.  Feeling ironic yet? It’s turned from a radiantly sunny day to a sort of drab, almost-winter-y, overcast, barren-looking sort of day.  It’s the sort of day where my daughter asks, “Hey, Mom? Can we not go anywhere today? Can we watch a movie?” but you drag her and her sister on some errands anyway because a) you only have two…