here I am Saturday nearly gone, working at one of my weekly Mommy tasks. Getting the kidlet's school clothes clean for the week.
*Oh, you can see me rolling my eyes? Er, sorry.*
I get the whole Mommy thing.
No, really, I get it.
It's cool to have a little lump of clay that one can mold and shape into a future leader of the world...or, say, a highly thought of McDonald's employee.
But in the midst of the rush to line up the perfect schedule of activities to help the cute little parasite transform into a productive member of society who is sucking anyone else's blood but mine, I have lost nearly FOUR DAYS.
During NaNoWriMo at that.
Yeah, yeah, love being a mom, yada, yada, yah.
Love the kidlet.
She's too damn cute to kill.
So, the important thing to focus on here becomes how the hell do I escape form Mommy Land long enough to flipping writing done?
I mean, really?
I'm writing in the Laundromat.
I'm writing on the toilet.
Er, hopefully my writing will smell more of the former and less of the latter.
And, if not?
Well, I can always just flush the shitty words and keep the good ones.