18 months and a baby later

I'm back and I am shocked to see that my blog still lives.

Loss of Consortium

My son did it again. He pooped his pants again and I burst into tears. This was the seventh poop-filled pair of underwear I faced this week. Seven poop-filled underwear in seven days. I will not discuss the prior week.

In my last post, I alluded to a life-threatening accident my family was in; well that accident resulted in a lawsuit from us to the young lady who hit us and her insurance company. Part of our lawsuit is for loss of consortium.

Consortium:
The legal right of one spouse to the company, affection, and assistance of and to sexual relations with the other.

Until this lawsuit, I had never heard of the word Consortium, and when I heard it, I chuckled a little. My husband and I joked that if we ever refused the other a kiss or a hug, we’d sue for loss of consortium. That was funny then. Unfortunately, I am living in the now. The now is not so funny.

Since the accident, I’ve come to appreciate fully the assistance part of the definition. Since the accident, I’ve been a single parent with an inflated child count. My husband bless his heart tries his best to help when he can, but he’s really not supposed to be doing too much, so I yell him at all the time. Like right now, we’re having an easy dinner of frank and beans, my husband is in the kitchen trying to help and I wait for it. The call of the helpless. And it just came, “Hon, I need your help, I can’t open the beans”

I smile and help him. I’m in a good mood now. Earlier today faced with the poopie underwear, I was not as happy.

But the cool thing is that each time I hear the call for mommy or honey, I hear my family still calling me and needing me. I’m still here, they’re still here and that’s all that counts right now.

It's a new year

Where the hell have I been?

I've been writing in a personal journal that's where. I stopped writing everything else but personal thoughts.

After a near death experience that almost claimed my whole family this Christmas, I figured I'd come back to my blog and start writing again. It also occurred to me as I am writing now, for all the blogs that are out there that suddenly stop being maintained, what happened to the writers? Could a near death experience have hit closer to home for them than mine? Morbid thoughts!

But anyway, I'm back. Stretching my fingers and keeping track of everything else again.

I hope I was missed!

Considering the off-ramp coming up

So I've been away for a little while, not necessarily kicking back and procrastinating, but truly struggling to keep my head above water in so many facets of my life. My lifeline - my faith, is the one tie keeping me from plunging into the fathomless pit of depression and despair.

I've been busy with mom/wife work - taking care of my home, keeping my children healthy, nursing them back from illness and caring for my husband. It's been a tough mile to jog in the past few weeks as I've not been feeling well either.

I've been busy with employee work - taking the time to do some actual project related activity so that I can get a good bonus this year. I'm not sure I'll be getting one period because of other drama that occured earlier on in the year, but I have faith that something good will come my way this year.

So as you can see writing was pretty much kicked out of my priority-list. I clung to my personal journal writing. That I would not let go off. So in reviewing my writings, I realized that the one thing I want more than anything is more time. More time to write, more time to spend with my family, more time to live and enjoy. I'd like for starters to spend more time in the house that pay a mortgage for! To get more time, I've got to give something up and the one that jumps to mind immeadiately is my full-time job.

*blowing the dust off*

I LIVE!!!!!!!


The next time anyone tells me that I am not organized, I'll knock the person out! One day knocked off schedule and my world unravels.

I really cannot believe how long its been since I wrote anything seriously. To keep me sane, I've been keeping a personal journal, but I've not written any stories in a while.

I'm just here checking things out and making sure that I am still here.

I'll be back!

Wow! It's been over a month!

I'm horrified to realize that I've not posted anything for over a month. Which means for me that I'm not writing.

Gotta get back on the wagon.

September Goals

The month of September arrived like a freight train pulling into a sleepy rural town. I just cannot believe that fall is here. I just can't believe it!

So here are my goals for the month.

1. Write 1000 words a week
2. Start transcribing C3
3. Sub all previously critiqued work
4. Lose 5 pounds this month with my brand new treadmill due in labor day week! Yahoo!
5. Stay on top of my crit group submissions.
6. Start working on the basement - my future luxurious family room/exercise room/laundry room/ guest room/craft room/home office.
7. Roam the internet more. I've got to see what other people are doing and talking about. Plus I think my blog has become something of a yawn and I want to see what other writers are doing to keep their blogs lively.

I cannot believe it's September already. Did I say that already?