I'm having a frenzied mom moment. I have 7,000 words to go to meet my minimum word count. I have a broken arrow key on my laptop which is driving me effing crazy. My house is a mess. I need to vacuum and mop floors, and it's bugging me just a little. Okay, more than a little. The mess is making me snarly. I'm a Virgo, and I like order, dammit.
I barely wrote a word yesterday. I had to go to Ruston on an errand, and of course that turned into an full day agenda that totally tossed a wrench in my writing plans. Tomorrow my mom wants me to drive her to Minden. She has woefully said I don't have to take her if I'm too busy - but come on, folks. You know what that means. I am the ogre daughter too busy for her mother if I don't. So, of course I'm going to drive her where she wants to go - after I put Mini on the school bus, of course, because for whatever reason we have to do this thing in the middle of the week. Yes, I need a break, and I'm sure I will have a good time with mom, I always do. But I also know me, and in the back of my mind, deadlines will be niggling and tormenting me because I know I should finish this project before I have a play day. I'd have so much more fun if I didn't have something important to worry about while hanging out with her, but what's a girl to do?
As if this isn't pressure enough, people I have not seen in three months have suddenly decided I *have* to give them answers now regarding plans they made without me. When I tentatively said yes just to show up - more like, I said it's slightly possible I'd show up - they spring on me and suddenly I owe them money. Someone please tell me how that works? Apparently this is my share of the cost in their plans, that again, were made without me. It almost feels like it doesn't really matter if I show up or not, just as long as I pitch in my share of the money. If I weren't so busy and had time to really sit down and think about this, I'd probably be pissed.
In the end, I have to ask myself why is all this happening now? Karma? Some kind of dreaded obligation curse? Why at this point in time when I have a deadline looming? Two months ago, when I wasn't so busy, mom was too busy to go on an outing with me. She had plans with friends. My friends didn't have time to answer my emails. (Then again, they didn't want money.) I tell ya, I am one margarita and a plane ticket away from complete revolt.
On top of all this, MiniBear's class is doing pretesting this week. Do you know what the pretesting is for? They are cramming for the KET, aka the Kindergarten Exit Test. Yes, you read that right. They are cramming for tests in Kindergarten. Oh.My.God. So much for learning to use scissors and not eat the paste, right? Mini brought home writing cram sheets with his homework packet yesterday. I thought the homework packet was insane enough. No wonder the little guy says he doesn't want to go back to school.
Speaking of MiniBear...and Mercury Retrograde. The little man did so well in class yesterday. We usually reward his good behavior, so when he came home wanting to play the Memory Game on my computer, I let him have at it. I needed a break to let my brain cool off anyway. I put the game on for him, and went to fall across the bed with a book. Two pages into one of the short stories in My Zombie Valentine, Mini comes to the door and says a key broke on my laptop. I'm like, huh?
I groaned a little over that, because ever since I bought this laptop - brand new, I might add, so it's not like it was used, or already had cosmetic issues - it had a very wobbly left track mouse key. It has broken three times and I've had to reset it. So, upon Mini's grand announcement, I leave my comfy spot and my book, and go to my office to access the damage. I am stunned when I see it isn't the wobbly mouse key that has broken. It's one of my arrow keys. I've never had any problems with it, either. Mini is beside himself. I tell him it's fine. I mean, it could have happened to anyone. I told him I'll deal with it, and sent him off to play in the living room. For two hours I fight with that arrow key. For the life of me, I can't fix it. Not only is it broken, I think the circuit is dead as well. *cry*
So now I'm writing on a computer with keys missing, low memory, and sluggish performance because of all the crap I have stored on it. I need to get this one to the shop for a tune up, or better yet, retire this computer and buy another. I guess if I hope to buy anything, I better start rolling pennies now.
All this, one day in the life of a writing mom. Is it any wonder we crave coffee and chocolate?