Tammy Faye baker is staring at me. Her record (vinyl original) was a gag gift from friends. I keep it hidden on my bookshelf, but the bookshelf is now squished up against my desk facing me.
There’s a bald, fat man in my office painting today. I’m not trying to write, not trying to be creative in any way, shape, or form. In fact, I’m just grading my students’ papers. Easy work. Fill int he blank with an obvious yes or no answer.
And I can’t concentrate.
Right now he’s sanding my walls smooth. Then another guy came in with a ladder and taped off the walls and ceilings. Yet another guy can and removed the face plates from my light sockets and switches.
They started out the morning my scaring the crap out of me, coming into my office while my back was turned and fondling my furniture. I almost brought the library down with my shriek because they scared me so badly. While looking at me like I’d sprouted two horned, fanged heads they moved my bookshelf and chairs.
When I got the note that my office was being painted, I was told “sometime this week.” I assumed they’d knock. I was wrong.
How does this relate to my writing? I got to thinking. How do moms DO this writing thing with all the noise and interruptions that children automatically cause by just, you know, breathing? Wow. I am not worthy. *bows at the feet of all writing mothers*
*public advisory warning* This is why Crystal should never spawn.
March 19th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
LOL, Crystal. The mss I wrote before my kids started school are semi-literate messes never going to see the light of day!
I don’t know how mothers with ankles biters running around accomplish anything either. My kids are older now, but they were on school break last week and I did sweet…nothin’ in the writing department with them home.
thanks for the visit! Good luck with the paint job. Hey, at least you don’t have to do it!
March 19th, 2007 at 4:29 pm
Ha!@ if i was painting, I’d pick a more exciting color than…greeny-gray. How about maroon? Red? Sea green? Sand?
I may have to cut out for a bit today. The paint fumes are making my eyes burn.
March 20th, 2007 at 4:35 pm
Well, let’s just say I wish I would have thought of that BEFORE I got knocked up! But it’s worth it.
Really.
March 20th, 2007 at 7:49 pm
Lots and lots of yelling! Ok no seriously they are learning…i just wish they’d learn faster.
March 20th, 2007 at 8:20 pm
Yeah it’s hard… you kind of learn to tune them out and listen to the pitch. There’s ‘I’m in pain’ or ‘I’m terrified’ pitch. Then there’s the ‘I don’t like banana bread anymore’ pitch. *grin*
March 22nd, 2007 at 4:48 pm
TV is your friend. Work it. Use it responsibly.
Crayons and paper are a must. As is placing them near enough your desk to make sure the crayons stay ON the paper.
The ability to tune out Raffi/Dora/Blue’s Clues, even when playing at full blast is important.
Being able to stay up until all hours so you can write while they sleep and sleep while they use you as a jungle gym: Priceless.
March 23rd, 2007 at 6:49 pm
*shakes head sadly* You so crazy, Dayna.