So, I’m neck deep in revising my fourth draft, feeling terribly clever at times and like I’m missing some brain cells at others. It feels like it’s going s-l-o-w, like I don’t get enough time to work on it. That’s probably because I don’t get enough time to work on it. Hello, four kids!
Yup, it’s busy here. I’m considering having myself cloned. Or better yet, cloning someone who’s much better at keeping the house clean and making well-rounded dinners than I am (which could, in fact, be just about anyone). Or maybe just hiring someone to do that. (I suppose they don’t necessarily need to be a clone.) *big dramatic sigh* Perhaps I’ll do that someday. In the meantime, I’ll keep ignoring the mountain of clean laundry waiting oh-so-patiently to be folded across the room from me. And feeding the children cereal for dinner. (Not all the time, I swear. We had a real dinner last night.)
This is in our garden. I get to look at it every day. Aren’t I the luckiest?
And don’t ask me what kind of flower it is. I don’t know. I just know it’s pretty.
But you know what? It’s summer! There is playing outside to be done, walks to be taken, ponds to frolic in fully clothed (oh, yes, kids fully submerged themselves in neighbors’ pond today on our walk that took us only halfway down the street before we stopped to test out the water). Two and a half hours later we came home drenched (well, they did–I was still dry), tired, and happy. Ah! The beauty of summer days–exhausted children! They all fell asleep quickly and early. And I got time to write.
Oh, Summer. Thee I love.
