Busy, Busy, Busy, But Writing

Hey y’all!  I’m a so sorry I have not posted.  Until yesterday, Valentine’s Day, I have been so busy.  Between teaching 2-3 classes literally everyday, assisting my daughter when she’s in virtual class, and writing, I’ve been swamped, and tired.

The good news is that I’ve been creating as well as revising.  I’ve nearly finished all the rewriting I had to start on, now I’m creating new stuff, and digging into files for stuff I started when I first ‘officially’ picked up a pen and wrote my first sentence with a topic in mind.

I’m working on a rough draft of a piece I titled ’17 to 35′.  One day, probably a month ago, I was sitting in my bedroom in front of my mirror.  I was doing something, not looking in the mirror, but I did stop to look.  However, instead of looking at myself, I looked at the stuff I could see in the mirror behind me.  There are pictures of me sitting on our windowsill, when I was 17.  I’m 35 now.  Life has greatly changed.

I also wrote a new piece titled ‘The Text Message’.  It’s about a text message I received from a friend, and our entire conversation, that ended our friendship.  I felt used by this person because he had the audacity to slam me an unfaithful friend when I didn’t help him do something.  More details to come when you buy my book after it’s published.

Finally, I came up with an idea to write a piece which I will dedicate to my mother.  ‘A Dedication to My Mother’ will be about the good my mother did do for me though I considered her a terrible mother when I was younger.  Not only do I write about my feelings towards the things she did or didn’t do, I’m thanking her for all that she did do without realizing it.  She was a good person, just mislead.

So, y’all see, I’m writing, but I’ve also been booked nearly solid for classes, I’ve been preparing my daughter for her Interim Assessments, my husband and I had a court hearing to appear for about his current disability, and I’ve simply needed to take time for myself.  The court hearing about his disability, really put my nerves on edge.  Not knowing which way they were going to go.  The good news is, everything is just fine, and things are back to normal.

My husband and I enjoyed a nice, quiet Valentine’s Day.  We haven’t been able to for several years.  Either he was working at a restaurant, I was working, we didn’t have money, or we didn’t care.  We’ve experienced a couple Valentine’s Day’s when our moods were soured by a situation and we ignored it like it was a Tuesday.  Last night we cooked a flavorful dinner for two of salmon filets, fresh asparagus spears wrapped in bacon and roasted in the oven, sauteed fresh mushrooms, diced onion, and diced fresh garlic, cooked in white wine, and Long Grain Wild Rice.  It was a box of Rice-A-Roni.  The dinner was absolutely delicious.  Salmon is my favorite fish, but I love seafood in general.  After dinner, we played a couple quiet games of scrabble while drinking a couple beers.  Neither one of us kept score.  I had a lot of fun.  How was your Valentine’s Day with you Valentine?

Well, for now, I’m going to close, but look for my next post to be around or after St. Patrick’s Day.  I’m getting ready for cooking up some corned beef and cabbage and getting my Guinness on.  Maybe I’ll share a picture of my St. Patrick’s Day outfit, complete with a leprechaun hat.  It’s so cute!  Anyway, until next time.  Thanks for reading y’all!

“Work From Home VS Work-From-Home”

I hate Mondays, but I can’t say I hate Mondays because in reality, I don’t hate any day, I just hate the things that can occur during the day.

For instance, through the week, my daughter is in school.  I’m there as well, listening in, keeping my daughter focused on school.  Sometimes the day goes smooth.  She doesn’t act out or act up, she doesn’t run her mouth but listens and does as instructed.  Sometimes she has a really good day.  Other days, like today (which is coincidentally Monday) she doesn’t want to do anything school related.  On days like today, her attitude gets the best of her and she doesn’t want to do any more than sit and listen.  Today she had a quiz to complete in English class, the teacher also instructed her students to locate a tune for tomorrow’s ‘Tune Tuesday’ and create a slide for the song of choice, then submit it to her.  Well, my daughter was all over locating a song, specifically looking up “Ins and Outs” by Sofia Carson, for her presentation slide.  With me supervising, she found the song, used her tablet to take a screenshot of the lyrics, and she was ready to transfer it to paper.  She grabbed a clean sheet of paper, a gel pen, and she went right to copying it out.  Later when it was time to take a quiz also assigned for English, I told her to get her paper and a pen, and get to work.  The quizzes in  school allow for unlimited attempts (except for math–I don’t know why).  She took the quiz five times she said, got an “F”, and she was going to give up.  When I checked in on her work, I didn’t see the quiz questions on paper.  When I asked her where they were, she told me in her quietly timid voice, I didn’t write them down, or I didn’t do it.  Do you see the problem here?  She has no problem copying down the lyrics to her favorite song, but school work is another story. (Sigh)

So, here I am.  I’m finally able to do my work.  I wanted to write this, and I have a story I’m working on rewriting for my manuscript (or work-in-progress).

Working from home is hard; it’s just like having any other kind of job.  I’ve worked retail, ringing up customers for 8-10 hours a day, putting out stock, unloading delivery trucks, and I’ve had other jobs.  I waitress-ed for a small cafe, and I’ve worked as a cook in a couple restaurants.  One of them went out of business, but that had nothing to do with me.  It was a financial problem on the owners end.  Working from home is just like any of that–just cut out the commute–but there is still the stress, time, and effort applied.

Working-from-home doesn’t just mean I can do my work from home, it means I work from home.  I’m a mom, a Learning Coach in School, a writer and blogger, a wife, and a caregiver.