The Winged Pants

National Novel Writing Month is just a little over 24 hours away. I can’t wait to start writing. I’m dying to escape into a world of my own creation. I have a brand new keyboard, my favorite writing snacks, and absolutely no idea what I’m going to write.

For the last few weeks, I’ve been agonizing over the fact that I don’t have a story idea, or a character, or a setting, or any kind of PLAN. I love plans. I love lists. I love organizing. I sat down several times to brainstorm and outline. I hit a big wall of nothing. Every. Single. Time. I’m traditionally a pantser, so this comes as absolutely no surprise to me, as frustrating as it is.

As I was driving to work this morning, the sun was just starting to peek up. I was stopped at a light, when I noticed the exhaust coming from the car in front of me. BAM! Story idea! And, no, it doesn’t have anything to do with cars or their emissions. It was just a quick little snippet of a scene, but it was enough to spark something.

I also recently discovered National Blog Posting Month. Yeah, I’m adding that to the list of things I’m doing in November, because who has time for sleep? Prepare yourself for daily rambling posts about NaNoWriMo and what ever else pops into my head. For now, I’m going to work on the Halloween costumes I haven’t started making yet.

I so win at this whole procrastination thing.

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Ribbit Ribbit

You learn something new everyday. Abby is currently sitting on my legs with her toy laptop open pressed lid to lid against my computer. Her laptop makes all sorts of strange sounds, most of which I can’t identify.

She almost always uses the frog sound to the exclusion of all else. Tonight was such a night. Frog croak after frog croak. I finally asked her what she was doing. Her reply was simply, “Looking for reindeer.” Obviously… Who doesn’t know that croaking frogs attract reindeer.

A New Teacher

It has been a rough couple of weeks. With daycare drama, NaNo prep, work, and trying to get this community service project off the ground, I haven’t had much time for anything including sleep.

Abby had a rough couple of weeks at daycare. The head teacher in her room left without letting anyone know. The spot was quickly filled with another person, and I had my reservations. She was stricter than the old teacher, which I greatly appreciate. Abby wasn’t doing well with less structure. The tipping point, though, was a few days ago.

Abby had a mysterious rash. When I picked her up this past Wednesday, one of the workers (not one the usual ones) told me that she had been told that Abby had a rash on her legs. I checked her legs out before she left, and there wasn’t anything on them. We went on home. My mother was playing with Abby’s hair and just happened to see a horrid rash on the back of her neck. I took pictures of the rash and sent it to a very trusted friend.

I had a meeting that night for the community service project. I couldn’t cancel it, and I couldn’t not show up for it. So I left the baby with mom. Once the trusted friend responded with a brilliant piece of advice, which I could have figured out on my own, after a little bit of time. The next morning, she was in the doctor’s office as soon as they opened. As it turns out, the rash was an allergic reaction to something.

This brings me back to the tipping point with the new teacher at daycare. Because she wasn’t contagious, I dropped her off. The teacher asked if there was anything they could do. I told them as soon as they noticed a breakout to call me, so I can give her an antihistamine as the daycare isn’t allowed to administer medicines. And, no, I don’t know what caused it. They assured me, that they haven’t changed any cleaning products and they haven’t introduced anything new. When I picked her up that afternoon, rushing because of another meeting I had to go to, they handed me her Daily Sheet. The instructor had written everything she had eaten for the day on the sheet, and they also took a wipe, and wiped off the changing table BEFORE putting her on it to take the sanitizing spray off. I definitely like this new teacher.

Sugar Cookies Are Delicious

I came home from work today feeling snacky. I wanted something sweet. I stood in the middle of the kitchen surveying the space, and my eyes landed on a muffin mix package. MUFFINS!!! I LOVE BLUEBERRY MUFFINS!!! I could make just a few as a snack. The baby was sitting at my feet eating an apple and drinking milk. It was then I realized that I didn’t have blueberry muffin mix, and I wasn’t making them from scratch. Once blueberry muffins have been decided no other muffin will satisfy.

COOKIES!!! I HAVE COOKIE DOUGH!!! This is fantastic! I’m going to make cookies! I pull out the dough, turn on the oven, and then Abby realized something was going on. I spend the next few minutes doing twice the amount of work, and yes, I did feed her a little raw cookie dough. I know, I know, I’m horrid, and blah blah blah.

I finally put the cookies in the oven, only one dozen, but enough for everyone in the house to have two. I turn around in time to watch the baby knock over her cup of milk. The next five minutes are spent cleaning up. Five minutes is a long time for four ounces of milk, but the baby insisted on cleaning up the spill herself. She then demanded that she look at he cookies. When I opened the oven door, she said, “They’re not done, Mommy.” Yes, kid, I am aware of that. The timer chimed, the cookies were perfect, and my belly was satisfied.

My first day of October has been fairly good. The leave out my window are starting to change color. It’s grey and overcast with a light sprinkling of rain. It’s quite cool, too. I turned off the A/C unit. I absolutely love this time of year. It’s chaotic and beautiful.

I will be spending my October prepping for November, and, inevitably, replacing my laptop’s keyboard. As a matter of fact, I’ve already ordered a new keyboard. I’m rough on keyboards, but the two year old is rougher.  The G, C, B, and Alt keys are missing, making it just a tad difficult to type with any speed. Um, what was I saying? I got a little distracted. Oh, right! November is National Novel Writing Month. I will be pretending to make an outline and a plan for NaNo, but, let’s face it, I’m a pantser, and I will always go off script. October is also getting ready for List Day. List Day happens the day before Thanksgiving and also on Christmas Eve.

List Day is an affectionate nickname for the community service project I run. And, now, because I’m the only one that says “List Day” everyone I know will know this is me. Not that it matters. I’m not exactly hiding myself. I’m rambling again. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten the sugar cookies after all.

Happy October everyone!