Well I am having a crappy day. I think I'm getting a cold, I'm deaf in one ear (I would mention wax, but it is too gross). Last night I just missed wiping my face out on the side of the kids' table. Seriously, if I were over 5'1" tall I'd have had a broken nose at the very least and a few missing teeth to add to my beauty. Instead I landed on my knees--hard. Thank God they were built as shock absorbers, and though the tiles hurt, it hurt less that a table in the face.
This morning my son took off his diaper and pooped on the floor, then covered it with his snack bowl and smeared it all over the place. Since then he has found the glitter--right up there on my hate list next to poop. It went EVERYWHERE.
I am having trouble concentrating on writing, and I hate that. But I am getting some lovely emails via the Romance Junkies and I'm so grateful. Lord, after waspish comments from some contest judges/agents, I need a few nice things to remember. I do remember the good things people say. They go top of the pile in my head, but the bad comments eat away at the foundations so I have to feed my soul with nice things.
Not poop...but independence
Not glitter...but sparkles
Not sore ears...but the time to take it easy