Why I suck at nanowrimo
and as I am rather keen on multi-tasking this is a useful little insight to life chez woollymitts.,
On the first day of nanowrimo, the cat died. I had the scruple not to use it as copy. Cat's ashes now sitting on top of VW campervan piggy bank on kitchen windowsill.
On the twentienth day of nanowrimo, the kitchen and pantry flooded, the marital bed collapsed (literally not figuratively) and Toddler ripped a section off wallpaper off the spare bedroom wall.
On days twenty one to twenty five of nanowrimo, I was winging it as solo mummy as mrs w was at work schmoozing in Europe. This means getting self and Toddler ready in morning, wiping snot, driving to work with snotty screaming Toddler, working a compressed day, and staggering home again.
On the last remaining week of nanowrimo, work has been crazy as we have a regulator's review. Office banter is now a heady mix of forecasting the potential outcomes of the Foot Review into Offshore jurisdictions, drafting policy notes, and discussing which exact brand of cake mix makes serviceable as opposed to hideous cakes for school bake sales.
On the last weekend of nanawrimo we have friends visiting from the UK. I have thrown hands up in defeat and have offered fridge-diving Toddler bisquick cinnamon pancakes and bananas for breakfast as opposed to his indicated preference of anchovies.
On the first day of nanowrimo, the cat died. I had the scruple not to use it as copy. Cat's ashes now sitting on top of VW campervan piggy bank on kitchen windowsill.
On the twentienth day of nanowrimo, the kitchen and pantry flooded, the marital bed collapsed (literally not figuratively) and Toddler ripped a section off wallpaper off the spare bedroom wall.
On days twenty one to twenty five of nanowrimo, I was winging it as solo mummy as mrs w was at work schmoozing in Europe. This means getting self and Toddler ready in morning, wiping snot, driving to work with snotty screaming Toddler, working a compressed day, and staggering home again.
On the last remaining week of nanowrimo, work has been crazy as we have a regulator's review. Office banter is now a heady mix of forecasting the potential outcomes of the Foot Review into Offshore jurisdictions, drafting policy notes, and discussing which exact brand of cake mix makes serviceable as opposed to hideous cakes for school bake sales.
On the last weekend of nanawrimo we have friends visiting from the UK. I have thrown hands up in defeat and have offered fridge-diving Toddler bisquick cinnamon pancakes and bananas for breakfast as opposed to his indicated preference of anchovies.