Life. I'm ducking at it a bit
So I forgot I had kids yesterday.
I was in the midst of an intense editing session. Intense because I've been trying to write the same crap over and over again in different ways for too many fucking years. My editor is awesome and I love her.
But it's really time for a vacation.
It wasn't until my phone rang at 5:15 and they asked when I would be arriving that I realized I hadn't even left yet.
Because I forgot I had kids that needed to be picked up.
$65 in late fees (1 dollar per minute) + $40 cab ride in traffic from hell + $30 in gift cards for the poor kid who had to stay an hour late waiting for me to pick up my kids + $30 in coffee and donuts for the entire staff the next morning to try to erase my shame = I don't know what.
I wasn't late again this week.
I can't speak for the future.
The kids were easily bought off with McDonald's and ice cream. Fratboy with fun times naked.
Fratboy's only comment come to think of it was that he's surprised it didn't happen sooner.
Almost 10 years. Fuck you but I'm calling that a win.
So. Fun 20s single girl? Check. Career woman? Check. Wife? Check. Mother? Check.
Now that I have this job I love and this family I love when I don't forget them, what next?
I've been stuck here for a few years as the kids get older and need me less. What's my next act?
I hate mid-life crises. Just sayin'.