Life has been a doozy around here the last two months. Actually, I'm really not sure doozy is a strong enough word... rollercoaster, runaway train, shitstorm maybe?
Of course, I know almost all of us are probably stuck on the same ride together, strapped in, and unable to get off. I feel for you all, I really do. I raise my sixth cup of coffee to you and promise to add an extra shot of booze to the next one.
The herd of wild raccoons that are my children (actual human children, I promise I'm not hoarding trash pandas) have been busy destroying the house with all their new stuff from Christmas and making me want to bang my head off the table with their schoolwork. We're still doing distance learning in this house and although the oldest doesn't need much prompting beyond the reminder to actually get up and put clothes on before class, the younger one basically needs his hand held ALL DAY LONG.
Can I add part-time Kindergarten teacher to my resume after this?
Needless to say, we are all very impatiently awaiting the arrival of Summer vacation. The chance to escape our house, enjoy the (hopefully quickly approaching) Michigan sunshine, and of course NO MORE SCHOOL. Seriously, I thought I was done with this kind of schedule.
Summer also brings me, personally, the freedom to get much more in-depth with my story writing. More uninterrupted hours of the day means my brain can jump into the setting and walk alongside my characters. After recent job trouble, financial worries, and general pandemic style anxiety - Writing is always a very welcome distraction. There are a lot of projects swimming around in my head right now and I'm also working on a few things that will hopefully improve things around here in the long run.
Brew another cup, have a stretch, and let's do this.