|Of course I'm not tuning you out. What would make you think that?|
It's been an eventful week so far. Stuff has been happening out of the blue. Yesterday, right after I put Mini on the bus to school, I came back to my desk and opened up Twitter to send hubby a direct message that I was going back to bed. The minute I moved my cursor across the screen to click on my direct messages, my Twitter status auto updated. Yes, yes, that stupid Twitter hack thing totally nailed me. So much for going back to bed, right?
I dumped my twitter page, downloaded tweetdeck, did a complete computer scan, cleaned my registry, and went through a whole kettle of computer things to make sure I was okay. Then this morning, I had such a hard time getting out of bed. After hubby left for work, Mini piled up in the bed with me, but he didn't sleep. He hummed. And whispered. And chitter-chattered until I threatened to thwap him with a pillow if he didn't roll over and go to sleep. It was only, oh, 5 in the morning! *faint*
The alarm went off at 6:30 and it took me five minutes just to put myself into an upright position. No kidding. It's not that I didn't get enough sleep - I went to bed around 11:30, which is way early for me. I'm just so darn tired lately. I think I need my numbers run again to find out if my thyroid meds are working okay. Anyway, I got out of bed, and first thing through the door Mini says he wants his breakfast (of course), Sassie and Diva are dancing underfoot and roo-rooing for my attention.
I called Mini into the bedroom, got him in his uniform, buckled his belt for him, helped him with his shoes, and all that. Then I bustled him off to the bathroom for the ritual face wash/hair brush/teeth brush thing. I had just got him out of the bathroom and we were reaching for his backpack when the bus arrived. Ten minutes early.
Pretty much, I shoved the poor beast out the front door and he made a dash for it. Oh man, that's the first morning I haven't gone out to the stop with him. Watching him run from the house, he seemed so darn small. I think we parents tend to forget just how little our kids are at Kindergarten age. Wowzers.
So back in the house, I drank two cups of coffee, got all my emails taken care of and dropped by Savvy Authors to check up on the workshop I'm taking (Lori Wilde's High Concept workshop - which is worth it's weight in gold. Well worth the admission cost!). Around 9 o'clock I woke up Oldest, and we drove to Ruston so I could pick up my new glasses.
|No make-up, sorry!|
Poor beast, he's still wearing broken glasses. It's taking ages to get the kid sorted out, bless him. He's been to the eye doctor twice, and still I ended up with new glasses before him. *_*
I do love the new glasses though. They're dark brown with an almost maroon undertone, and the side that touches the face is a cream yellow. There are two little stripes on the arms of the glasses, and the little dot
you see at my temple is actually the Baby Phat cat. It's on both temples.
They're really cute, secretary style glasses. Quite different from the gold frames I was wearing before this. Even though my prescription has changed slightly, I saved the old pair of glasses to use as a spare.
On a completely different subject... I've mentioned a couple of times I've been working on a single title vampire book, right? A full length one. I finished the draft a few months ago, and I've been sitting on it to let it "settle" before picking it up again to do the final shot. I used it as a pitch practice book, and I got a surprise nod today from an interested editor. They've requested the full, and I'm on Cloud 9. I love this book, and it would thrill me to pieces to find a happy home for it. Wish me luck!