I’ve felt gloomy over the past few days, various reasons. Boy 2 was horrible in King Soopers yesterday, he raced off with a kiwi fruit and generally raised hell, I’ve been wondering how on earth I will manage to shop around Christmas, as he gets off school on December 16th, I also doubt whether I will be able to make it to work every day. However, on the bright side, Miss W was a great help in KS yesterday, and other than going completely berserk with a kiwi fruit in public, Boy 2 was actually well behaved over the T.Giving break. He was calm and happy, and didn’t seem to mind me talking on the telephone and even climbing back into bed with a hot drink on Sunday morning – it’s ages since I’ve been able to do that.
Miss W’s school report arrived and it was wonderful, I was glowing as I read it – she has a wonderful attitude (according to all teachers) and is a ‘gifted writer’ (language arts teacher) and the theology teacher values her insights and ideas during class discussions and says she’s a young lady with very definite opinions she is not afraid to express!
Usually when Monday rolls around the last thing it feels like is a day off as I seem to be grocery shopping and trying to sort out the mayhem caused during the weekend and by the time I have taken care of everything Boy 2 is clambering off the school bus. Today seemed a little different, I took care of some bills and phone calls quickly in the morning, then set off to Bennett – the snow from the night had gone, but there were absolutely bitter, driving winds that felt cruel and icy. Got groceries (missed most of what was on list yesterday due to Boy 2), came home and wrote, really sat down and had a good session of writing for the first time in ages and it went well. I’ve now hit 19,000 on my novel – not brilliant, but I do feel more confident. I then had a bubble bath before anyone came home, utter bliss, then whipped up some chicken fajitas and shot off to fetch Miss W. Everyone quite perky and cheerful tonight, Boy 2 especially, and Miss W chatting about her study of cells in science, she’s made a sort of model out of clay showing all the parts of a cell. I felt in good spirits because I had forged ahead with my novel, must, must, must continue!