Sometimes you're the bug.

A lyric of a song by Mary Chapin Carpenter springs to mind today: "Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug." Today was a buggy sort of day. Here's the things I can remember that my toddler did today.

• After three days being dry in underpants, he came to me after wetting his pants less than an hour after he had gone on the potty. Sigh.
• He skipped his nap, and when I got in the room after my shower, he was in his brother's crib jumping up and down while his brother screamed with a blanket over his head.
• He screamed in my face at least three times.
• He hit me with a stick from his new drum.
• He pushed me and hit me, while laughing.
• He moved the pack n' play, and when I started to move it back, he shoved it very hard and knocked a timer off a nearby piece of furniture, breaking it.
• He climbed up on the kitchen table and shook pepper all over it.

And with that, I will turn in and hope for a better day tomorrow.

I'm alive.

Just writing (or trying to) my NaNoWriMo project. I'm giving in to useless distractions in the name of "thinking" way too often. It makes me sad that I've been up till midnight the last few nights and haven't gotten more written. My husband looked at me a few hours ago and said, "You know you're not going to get that done this month, right?" It's sad but probably true...my basic hope would just be that this would kick my butt and guilt me into writing more of what I had in my head. It has done that. But I do want to get at LEAST halfway to the 50,000 word goal by month's end...I guess we'll see how I can do. I just need to focus.

Also, because of my crazy writing focus, I'll probably just put the poetry challenge and analysis on hiatus until the end of the month. Sorry about that, but I really don't have time to maintain both. I may not post as often either, but I'll try for a few times a week.

Word Count: 7,418/50,000

*sigh*

Have you ever had a problem re-materialize that you thought had gone away? I am having that experience this evening. I am not going to air dirty laundry on this blog (I have other, more private outlets for that), but I think I can vent some of my frustration here anyway. It's just tough when you have known someone for so long, love them so fiercely, and have had some tough conversations with them about a mistake made in the past which you felt had resolved the problem long-term, only to have it rear its ugly head again. We are too old to be doing this yet again. It's time to grow up and start thinking before it's too late and something terrible and un-fixable happens. Don't you think?

In other news, I got to share my fun birth story with a new person today. I always enjoy telling people I had my 9lb. 5oz. baby boy in less than 12 hours and avoided a c-section, despite him being sunny-side-up at the beginning of labor. My doc turned him as I started pushing. He was charming the pants off all the girls at the party tonight, flirting mercilessly and doing all his little tricks: waving, winking, saying "hi!", running to and fro...no wonder he went down to sleep tonight so easily. Just as well when Mommy was in a state of mental turmoil.

In case my readers have missed them, there are now two more entries in this week's Poetry Challenge. You can read them here. I will be putting forth a new Challenge on Tuesday, so you'd best get cracking if you don't want to fall behind on assignments.

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