Number one son called from school.
"Mom! How come you're not answering your cell phone??"
Well, I've been working on my book for nearly four hours, I guess I didn't hear it because I forgot to put it in my bra. Forgive me, I had other things to think about. Like how many pages I've got so far, how much is this going to cost, what about marketing, what about graphics, etc.
"MOOOM! I have a ten dollar fine and I want a milkshake or a smoothie for lunch"
Of course he does. He got his braces on yesterday and since his teeth hurt, he can't eat. Or so he thinks. And didn't I just run over to the school last week and pay his fines? I was sure I did.
"No, that was an old fine. This is a new fine"
Well, certainly it is. We couldn't get through the second to last day of school without incurring yet another fine, now could we?
So, good mother that I am, I put the boys into the car, went to Dairy Queen to get him a large vanilla shake, along with ten dollars cash, which I then dutifully delivered to school.
Now, back to my writing. Until the next phone call.
"Mom! How come you're not answering your cell phone??"
Well, I've been working on my book for nearly four hours, I guess I didn't hear it because I forgot to put it in my bra. Forgive me, I had other things to think about. Like how many pages I've got so far, how much is this going to cost, what about marketing, what about graphics, etc.
"MOOOM! I have a ten dollar fine and I want a milkshake or a smoothie for lunch"
Of course he does. He got his braces on yesterday and since his teeth hurt, he can't eat. Or so he thinks. And didn't I just run over to the school last week and pay his fines? I was sure I did.
"No, that was an old fine. This is a new fine"
Well, certainly it is. We couldn't get through the second to last day of school without incurring yet another fine, now could we?
So, good mother that I am, I put the boys into the car, went to Dairy Queen to get him a large vanilla shake, along with ten dollars cash, which I then dutifully delivered to school.
Now, back to my writing. Until the next phone call.
It sounds like things are coming along very well. It's just the necessary interruptions that you get as a parent. :)
ReplyDeleteBtw, I noticed that you have work with AIM. I was thinking of submitting work to them.
You are the best Mommy! Who's going to spoil him if you dont?
ReplyDeleteHi Stephen, welcome and I forget, did I ask you how you're involved in publishing? I'm ditzy and think I've done something, when in reality I haven't.
ReplyDeleteOf course I neglected to mention that I got myself an Oreo Blizzard! Bad, bad Pammy.
I've discovered a little known fact: Writing makes you fat.
It's true.
And yes, I need to spoil him. Occasionally. He's a good kid.
omigod you're a good mom.
ReplyDeletewhere were you when napoleon dynamite called home asking for his chapstick?
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ReplyDeleteI work on the college sales side. I help professors get their desk and exam copies for class. Occasionally, they will let me write an article for the company newsletter. :)
ReplyDeleteside note: Sorry, I had to make a correction.
Come on Pammy, tell us about the book.
ReplyDeleteHave you tried that monster cookie blizzard yet? Mmmmm... chewy.
ReplyDeleteGET THEE BEHIND ME SATANIC BLIZZARD!!!
ReplyDeleteNo, I haven't tried that one. I was hooked on the Chocolate french silk one for a while last summer.
I need a 12 step program for this addiction!