Tra-La-La it’s Saturday

Okay, just got up and I’m having a cup of coffee. I wasn’t quite awake yet when I made it so I have a tad more cream than I’m used to. Okay so I poured about a half a cup full – I wasn’t awake yet!

My child is still snoring, however.

He didn’t want to go to sleep last night. I think it was finally 10:30 when I heard the last yawn :yawn: and he was out. I was reading my book Dark Protector of which I’m nearly done with. Once he was out, I climbed into bed only to realize I had forgotten to put the wet towels in the dryer. I knew if they sat overnight, they’d probably sour and I’d have to rewash, so I dragged myself up again and put the stuff in the dryer. :plain:

Anyway, while the baby watched a movie last night and since he was somewhat entertained with a cupful of Cheez-Its and his green tea, I sat down and wrote. I think I got in about 5 pages. I’m not sure. But please note the word meter has moved up about 3000 words as of last night.

YES!

Maybe I can do this thing after all.

Chapters 1 and 2 of Nice Girls Do is now complete. Of course, there will need to be some revision, but the first draft has been spit out onto paper. While I wrote, my child was in and out. Once to ask to play computer games, which the answer was no, once to give me a hug and a kiss, once to ask for more Cheez-Its, and once to tell me he was done watching his moving. He said he only wanted to watch part of the whole thing. It’s amazing I managed to get as much done as I did due to the little darling.

And I have to say he completely cracked me up, too. Whenever he’s with me, we read his favorite book before bed (which also happened to be my favorite book when I was a kid). It’s called Could Be Worse and it’s about Grandpa who never says anything interesting. All he ever says to Mary Ann and Louie is, “Could be worse,” no matter what. My son thinks this is hysterical. So one morning, Grandpa finally DID say something interesting and he told this very funny story about what happened to him. Last night, a large bird pulled him out of bed… and it goes on and on.

Anyway, (the child is stirring, I must hurry), the baby got up to go potty – one of the many up and down trips after being put to bed. As he was standing there at the toilet, he started making up a story about “falling down about a mile into the toilet and then got flushed away!” He looked right at me and said, “Mom, that’s Could Be Worse 2.” I laughed so hard at this.

I told him that we would write the story together. So, hopefully sometime this weekend, the baby and I can write Could Be Worse 2. 🙂

Okay that’s it for me. I gotta jump in the shower and get moving. We have lots to do today. Have a great Saturday, all.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.