Bummed
I worked a bit more on my NaNo book, so I am making progress. I won’t give up, but I am unsure if I will ever catch up. Eh…whatever. The point is not to give up, right? Besides it gets my mind off my troubles, even for a few minutes.
Haven’t caught up with the principal yet today. I figure I will go a little early and see if I can’t catch a few minutes with her.
And still, I’m so bummed. I said it yesterday to AM on the phone at the same time she was saying it to me. It was ironic. We are both bummed. Misery does love company.
In an attempt to lift my spirits I went to breakfast. I wrote on my NaNo book while there. Then I went over to Office Depot and looked around. Got a post-it notes pad large enough to add a paragraph or two of notes/edits to my WIP. I print out the pages as I write, so I figure I will go through the hard copy making changes then enter them later on the laptop. I also picked up ink for my printer along with some some new pens. I have a certain love for the gel pens that flow so nicely on the page.
And yet I feel no better.
I still hurt.
Damn it.
I am so bummed out.













2 comments
Perk up! Your kids still think you’re ‘Da Bomb’, not lame and from ‘Back in the day’.
You’re NOT about to be a Grandmother, at 40.
You’re Published.
You’re not trying to plan ‘The’ Thanksgiving Dinner for the entire inlaw side, all while planning your Office T-Day dinner, AND planning and catering the office party (ensuring that all those that think you’re a biatch, get the biggest x-mas bonuses possible) all while prepping for said Daughters Dec 19th Wedding of which I am ALSO doing the florial arrangements AND catering of that too.
Feeling any better yet?
And if you need someone to raise hell with you at school, sign me up! After telling me they couldn’t help my son and suggested I pull him out for online school, they wouldn’t return my phone calls to get his school records.
Weel, I think you can raise hell without help, but want some cheerleaders?
True true, my kids still think I’m a cool mom. Heck, I’d like to think I AM a cool mom. Oh girl, I am planning the Thanksgiving for the family. Just not the in-laws.
You KNOW I can raise hell all by myself, but a cheerleader section is always welcome.