I was fed up with Livi and Ava’s bickering this morning when they were supposed to watch Nina while I took a shower (but stopped along the way to check xanga, which was not part of the deal). I can’t even remember all the details now, but Ava was starving and wanted gogurt (drinkable yogurt), so I got it out of the fridge and threw it over the gate at the top of the stairs, not even caring if the seal ripped open and it spilled everywhere. It hit Livi in the head. Oops. She starts bawling, “Why did you throw that at me?!?!” “I didn’t mean to. I meant to throw it at your sister.” That didn’t sound right. (someone asked yesterday why people don’t share the “bad mom” moments–i’ve got tons more where that came from)
Good news for me about that book signing thing in Indy at the end of the month. The people who come to these trade shows are all bookstore owners, and the publishers give away their books for free. So, I’ve been assured people will be lining up to have me sign books they didn’t have to pay for. Nice.
I get to meet my agent, Bill, at the show. He lives in Oregon. I was talking to him last night and he said that he wished they were doing it in Nashville instead of Indy, because more people come. “Have you ever been to Indianapolis?” he asked me.
“A couple times,” I said.
“The end of January is the worst time to go to Indy,” he told me.
Why, I’m thinking–football playoffs, lots of people??
“It’s freezing cold,” he said, “and wet and just awful.”
I had to smile. “Bill, I live in Columbus. Same.” Twin cities–C-bus and Indy. Not all of us can live in the Pacific Northwest.
I try my hardest to stay ahead of my laundry piles, but I was already behind yesterday when poor Ava wet the bed last night (which she does about 3 times a year). She was on the top bunk. 🙂 I change their sheets about 3 times a year 🙂 because it’s such a pain. Too bad I changed them last week. Grrr…
My first-cousin-once-removed 🙂 came for a visit yesterday morning with her 5-year-old daughter Anah, who was adopted from China. Tari brought coffee cake and cappuccino and teacups and napkins and a gift for me. How lovely. I am the world’s worst hostess, so that was nice of her. 🙂 She was inspired by my organization and lack of clutter. Today, as I looked around my house, I kept thinking, “Ha! What if she could see it today?” If you come to my house for the first time (and I know you’re coming), it’s going to look pretty good–even if it kills me. The 2nd time? Well, no promises. Ideally, I would love to have my house looking spotless at any given moment. It’s actually possible if I plant my children on the couch in front of the tv and don’t let them play, talk, or even breathe for the entire day. I’m learning that an immaculate home is not worth making my girls miserable or robbing them of the joys of childhood. Like wet mittens and snowsuits dripping on the kitchen floor.
I keep thinking today is Friday. I thought that Monday and Tuesday too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Hey–if I owe you a free book for filling out the in-law survey and you didn’t get it yet (and you don’t go to Calvary in Bftn), please let me know! I didn’t mean to leave you out!