things.
I'm way behind in reading stuff I like online.
I'm way behind in a lot of things.
I'm not behind in creating a homeschool curriculum, though. Nope. Did that.
So there's that.
And I quit smoking. Three days ahead in THAT. Yay me.
I only miss it a lot. Like, a lot.
But I don't miss the spastic coughing and worrying that my back will go out when I start spastically coughing.
And I'm not so behind in my filing, cuz that's how I spent my child-free evening. Filing. It's what's for dinner.
My uncle is dying.
Also, my mom might die, if she doesn't start dialysis right away, and get herself on a transplant list. She threw away six months by not doing this in the fall.
She argued with her kidney doctor. "But I feel fine!" she says. "What happens if I do nothing?"
"You'll die."
So it's like... we're watching my uncle die from the renal failure (among other things) while my mother is taking her first steps down that same disease.
I finished the first draft of my second novel a few days ago. Haven't touched it since. I've been researching second-grade spelling standards, and whatnot. And trying not to smoke. And trying not to think too much.
Today I hurt my son's feelings by calling his problems "silly". He immediately translated that as "crazy".
I am a silly, silly little person.
I should put my head down, now.
I'm way behind in a lot of things.
I'm not behind in creating a homeschool curriculum, though. Nope. Did that.
So there's that.
And I quit smoking. Three days ahead in THAT. Yay me.
I only miss it a lot. Like, a lot.
But I don't miss the spastic coughing and worrying that my back will go out when I start spastically coughing.
And I'm not so behind in my filing, cuz that's how I spent my child-free evening. Filing. It's what's for dinner.
My uncle is dying.
Also, my mom might die, if she doesn't start dialysis right away, and get herself on a transplant list. She threw away six months by not doing this in the fall.
She argued with her kidney doctor. "But I feel fine!" she says. "What happens if I do nothing?"
"You'll die."
So it's like... we're watching my uncle die from the renal failure (among other things) while my mother is taking her first steps down that same disease.
I finished the first draft of my second novel a few days ago. Haven't touched it since. I've been researching second-grade spelling standards, and whatnot. And trying not to smoke. And trying not to think too much.
Today I hurt my son's feelings by calling his problems "silly". He immediately translated that as "crazy".
I am a silly, silly little person.
I should put my head down, now.