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Dear NaNoWriMo,
I had such high hopes for you and I. I dreamed of long nights spent noveling, tears shed over hateful characters, weeks spent together on the best sellers list. But alas, it was not meant to be. I'm sorry NaNo, but I've met someone else. Someone who fits into my schedule a little better than you ever could. Please, don't cry. I know this is hard. But it's for the best.
My new friend NoMoSlackMo wish you the best of luck.
Sincerely,
the writer who did not hit the 50,000 mark in November.
So here is the thing... Melissa from Mommy is in the Bathroom and I have totally bonded over our NaNoWriMo failures. A few comments were posted, a few emails exchanged and before we knew what had happened, we had a new little baby. A bouncing little bloggy bundle of joy.
NoMoSlackMo (short for No More Slacking Month) is the blog for ALL us lovely writers who didn't quite hit our goals in November. This January we will be writing and blogging and loving life. So please join us on our little adventure. Head over to NoMoSlackMo to get all the details and sign up to be our writing buddies.
This Wednesday I did something monumentally dumb. Had I shared this plan with anyone ahead of time they may have told me what a terrible idea it was. But, of course, I figured what with being Wonder Woman and all I could totally handle it. Besides it was an extremely important mission that had to be completed before Thanksgiving. My favorite jeans, you know the ones that don’t make my butt look like a watermelon, needed to be washed so I could wear them during our annual family pictures.
See, I told you it was important.
It was this mission that led me to the Laundromat with eight children in tow. Yep, I said eight. My washing machine – code name: the large, worthless, piece of garbage taking up space in my laundry room – died awhile back and since then I’ve been Laundromat bound. Now it turns out my local Laundromat isn’t such a terrible place. They have a huge leather sectional, candy machines, and a flat screen TV that is generally hooked up to satellite. It’s the satellite TV that I was counting on to entertain my brood of eight.
So the kids plop down on the sectional and immediately begin fighting over the remote. I’m loading machines when my one year old starts to cry. Usually there isn’t anyone around that early but since I’ve apparently done something really horrible in a past life and karma was intent on settling the score, there were three other women in the place. All of them give me the ‘go get your whining kid’ stare. So now I’m holding the whiner on my hip, securing her with my left arm and trying to load the machines with my right.
The real fun begins when I get back to the couch where the kids have morphed into monkeys and are climbing over it like it’s a jungle gym. The TV is flashing a giant “No Signal” and the sight of it makes me instantly nauseous. When the kids see me, they all beg for money for the candy machines. Now I may not be the brightest bulb in the lamp but I’m smart enough to know that the only thing worse than eight kids at the Laundromat is eight kids all loaded up on sugar at the Laundromat. I told them in my nicest ‘don’t make me make a scene’ voice that no one would be getting chocolate, candy, or caffeine.
And instantly the pouting begins. To be honest, the pouting may have actually been the best part of the trip because at least it was fairly quiet. And since they were all pouting about what a big fat meanie I was, no one was bugging me. It was the most glorious five minutes.
When all was said and done the laundry was clean, the kids avoided being shipped to Kalamazoo, just barely, and my favorite jeans were safe in their drawer just waiting to make my butt look fantastic. Which they did.
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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. Honestly, it's the only holiday where it is not only okay if you stuff your face but it is practically expected of you. Usually we spend this holiday with the parents. But this year, being 500 miles from home, we are on our own. Which means, I'm cooking. Everything. Yeah, I'm head chef in charge of all things Thanksgiving.
We aren't having company or anything but all the kids are here for the holiday, which means there are ten of us. Two adults and eight kids. That is a scary sentence right there. Which means I have to make an immense amount of food cause some of these kids can eat twice what I can. It sounds like an exaggeration but I'm serious.
Last night I'm telling Mark that I have to start cooking today and he says, "Well just let me know if you need any help."
"With the baking?" I've gotta admit I was a little startled at the thought of my husband in an apron whipping up an apple pie in the kitchen.
He stared at me for a second like I was insane, which I mostly was, and said, "With the kids."
Ohhhhh. That. Yeah, that makes a lot more sense.
And speaking of kids. Have I mentioned that eight kids is A LOT. If we had them all full time we'd need a much bigger house. One with a sound proof room where I would store my Pepsi and Snickers and where I would lock myself into when I couldn't take anymore.
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Hi, I'm super excited to be guest posting for today for kys at Stir-Fry Awesomeness. Please head over and check it out and if you are not already a follower of kys then follow away. She is hilarious and not afraid to say anything. kys and I have bonded over family dysfunction and smelly pets. She is her own level of awesomeness.
