NaNoWriMo Nov.1-30, 2004
Last year I wanted to do this but with my mother and stepdad visiting on Thanksgiving for the last several years, me turning into a nutcase in the days and weeks leading up to their arrival. I put it off with a "maybe next year".
Since I thought I was close to having nervous breakdown last Thursday, I called my mother on Friday asking her not to come this year.
"Now, Mom. it's not you, I love you. I allow myself to have massive overdoses of anxiety preparing for your arrival. With my health issues, Mom, I have to get as much stress out of my life as I can. It's really my problem, Mom."
Plus the garage/studio is not finished,along with many other projects that keep me up at night wondering how all will get done. She mentioned a few weeks ago that she just happened to find her Mother's Day Card, where I had wholeheartedly promised to have the studio done,in writing. Yes, she actually said in writing. Like I can't take that back. In my defense that was way back in May. I had plenty of time, right? Ha, try living my life. Last year, or maybe it was 2 years ago, I painted under all the sinks, 'cause Mom had bought me all these under-the-sink storage bins during her visit. I had the entire year to get that done, she said about 3 weeks before the Thanksgiving visit for that year.)
Now it is almost November and I can't even see the floor of the garage/studio, let alone 2 out of 4 walls. Piled a little high it is.
So I will write. Go to Work. Come home. Write. Let the housework go. Drive the Kiddo here and there. Attend Playoff games. Write. Play with the dog. Return the roofing contractor's calls. Write. Fix Fence. Brush a horse. Write. We will eat Cheerios for dinner. Or waffles. Or grilled cheese. Have tea or Hot chocolate.
And I will not have a nervous breakdown.
It's about time.
Last year I wanted to do this but with my mother and stepdad visiting on Thanksgiving for the last several years, me turning into a nutcase in the days and weeks leading up to their arrival. I put it off with a "maybe next year".
Since I thought I was close to having nervous breakdown last Thursday, I called my mother on Friday asking her not to come this year.
"Now, Mom. it's not you, I love you. I allow myself to have massive overdoses of anxiety preparing for your arrival. With my health issues, Mom, I have to get as much stress out of my life as I can. It's really my problem, Mom."
Plus the garage/studio is not finished,along with many other projects that keep me up at night wondering how all will get done. She mentioned a few weeks ago that she just happened to find her Mother's Day Card, where I had wholeheartedly promised to have the studio done,in writing. Yes, she actually said in writing. Like I can't take that back. In my defense that was way back in May. I had plenty of time, right? Ha, try living my life. Last year, or maybe it was 2 years ago, I painted under all the sinks, 'cause Mom had bought me all these under-the-sink storage bins during her visit. I had the entire year to get that done, she said about 3 weeks before the Thanksgiving visit for that year.)
Now it is almost November and I can't even see the floor of the garage/studio, let alone 2 out of 4 walls. Piled a little high it is.
So I will write. Go to Work. Come home. Write. Let the housework go. Drive the Kiddo here and there. Attend Playoff games. Write. Play with the dog. Return the roofing contractor's calls. Write. Fix Fence. Brush a horse. Write. We will eat Cheerios for dinner. Or waffles. Or grilled cheese. Have tea or Hot chocolate.
And I will not have a nervous breakdown.
It's about time.
posted by Me | 6:25 PM
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