Toddler Sized Tantrums

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So far my entry into 2012 is tumultuous at best.

My household brought in the new year with illness of the smelly type and lots of hours of missed sleep. But that’s not why I’m bummed. Nope. Not even close. Although, it would be great to have my youngest take his antibiotic so he can go back to school. But then again, it would help to have had liquid for a 4 year old—NOT nasty pills that I have to crush up only to have him refuse to take them anyway. Yet, as I have said, that is not why I’m upset.

I’m upset because school has resumed. And, like my children, I must continue in my own studies. Can I just call my mom now and tell her how much I don’t wanna? I can even through myself down on the ground and kick and scream. I’m sure my toddler sized tantrum would be quite convincing—having seen a few dozen or so myself. I could go on and on about how writing is what feeds my soul and makes me happy. I could through in some massive crocodile tears and heart felt pleas.

*SIGH* Yet, this is the world I live in. I have to get up every morning, get my kids up, dressed and fed for school. I have to send them off, occupy my youngest until his turn to get on the bus, and then push my nose into books just to become a teacher. Not that I’m complaining because I think that’s a pretty honorable job.

I want to write! And having spent time over the break working on a rewrite and edit, ( I’ve stopped on my NaNo for this year because the characters stopped talking to me), I’m in a spot where I don’t want to quit and with the amount of work that I have to do with school and in class observations on top of it…I’m afraid there won’t be much time for my dear muse. :(

So what do I do? Procrastinate by writing this post and vehemently coax my son into drinking his antibiotic spiked chocolate milk…I swear he knows it’s in there. And here I’m forced to make myself be the responsible adult, (haha, yeah right), that I am and hit the books because I do really want to be a teacher…writing is just more appealing at the moment. Really every moment because who wouldn’t want to spend their entire day in far off worlds and creatures of myth and legend?

I know I do!

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