Rantings from the apartment.

That is exactly what it is. It has been a long week in the four walls we call our dwellings. We have been sick all with both vomiting and head colds. My son peed in the middle of JCPenny's, and all over this apartment My daughter has just been Shelby, who is eight trying to be 18 but acts more like her brothers. Then there is the littlest one that shared both a fever and a head cold with me. It's the summer, there is no park right here and friends for the kids to play with. School doesn't start for another two weeks. We have to go to Barns and Nobles just to get some decent WiFi and we are watching TV with an antennae. The kids are driving me crazy and they aren't very fond of me right now. We are all getting on each others nerve. If I hear someone else tell me to enjoy every minute of my children's existence because it goes so fast, I will give my kids nothing but caffeine and sugar and hand them over for a week. I could use the quiet. I firmly believe that people, in general, are not to be enjoyed every minute of the day, so why should we expect any different from children? There are good days and bad days. After a horrible week, Friday came around, and we actually had fun. We enjoyed each others company then. Don't get me wrong, I am very blessed that I have three, healthy, and dare I say, wonderful children. I feel blessed that I am here to hug them when they need it, scold them when needed, and to help them be the individuals that they truly are; but, I got to tell you, it is the hardest thing I have ever done. The rewards, or the failures, won't even be seen in it's true form until many years later. Though, I have see peeks of sunshine through the clouds. I will never complain about staying at home and being here for my little ones; there are little ones that have lost so unexpectedly, but I would love five minutes just to hear the a short interview on the radio or even make a phone call. Truth be told, I would love to have my mind back again. I just got to ask, "Mick, where is my little helper?". I know my husband mentioned taking our daughter out for a movie when we finally get a babysitter and that time for me won't come until we move into the house. It seems as if he had not been listening No, I didn't shoot him, but he sure knew I was not happy with his comments. The point to this whole rant is that the last thing any parent wants to hear after a hard week, none the less a hard summer, is to enjoy every minute, because that just doesn't exists. I'll enjoy it more once my son uses the toilet instead of the floor and when finds a bucket when needed. If you really want to encourage that parent who has lost their self and is on the brink of a primal scream, acknowledged that parenthood is harder than anything imaginable, if done right, but always remember to love them. Then if you can, give that parent a hug. Trust me, they can use one, too Then at that moment when all them are cuddling with you, take that moment to enjoy it. For the single parents, God Bless you. You must do as one, with what is easier with two. Until then, I'm counting down the days until the start of school and counting my blessings. Until then, my glass of wine is waiting for me.
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So to write.....

I found it so easy to put words on paper for this simple blog before I decided that this was officially the next avenue I would take. Now I stare at this blank, stark white screen and wonder " What to write?" what do I write about? Are people really all that interested in what I have to say? Is what I say really all that clever?
I sat in my first Write Brain meeting of the Pikes Peak Writers association the other week. Though I had an immense amount of fun, I felt as if there was ten feet between the top of my head and the surface of the water. I truly felt out of my league. They were talking about writing books and plotting and characters, and the such. Of the 'such', I have none. I'm a blogger. I don't even know why I blog, but I do enjoy it. Though I need to do more, ALOT more. Will I ever right a book? Probably not. I am definitely more of the humorous genre in writing. I love reading this columns in the paper and the books they come out with later. It's short, to the point, and well, funny. That's pretty much all I have time for these days, anyways.
I now feel that there is a reason that we are here. Ok, we did beg for this assignment, but I truly believe that God has granted it to us. On the way here, I lost a very dear friend of mine. My heart broke and I felt further away than I have ever before. At that point, all creativity in me was buried. It did not lie among the weeds for long. My first friend that I met here was at a knitting group, who turns out will be a published author and introduced me to this entire writers world here in the Springs. We were meeting to knit, but those needles never came out of our bags. Instead we sat and talked, laughed and had a wonderful time talking about writing. Jo, if that was you, thank you. My heart warms at just the thought of it. Turns out, she started writing late in life, and made sure that I knew 38 was not to old. I, in-turn, convinced her to let me read one of her unpublished novels. ( which, by the way, is very entertaining. Her main character's name, Shelby. If that ain't a sign). Even both our husbands are computer guys who love Apple. She has given me that nudge that says, "Go ahead. Leap. There is nothing to lose."
So, the question begs to be answered. The answer is, yes. I will continue with the writers meetings and I will continue to write. As a matter of fact, the next meeting is all about blogging. I will make a commitment to write at least once a week. Kinda like if I had a real job at a real newspaper ( or NPR, cause yes, I am that nerdy). For right now, this will be my venue, and you my audience. Are you ready to ride?


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