Friends, I know I’ve been a bad blogger these last few days; frankly, I’ve been overwhelmed with the more mundane aspects of life, and especially in dealing with Drama Girl’s sleep-deprived antics and meltdowns. She slept better the last few days, but continued to whine, sob, become non-communicative, and droop around like T-Rex’ T-Rex. (Remember him? He’s still on my living room floor in the same spot without any of his insides inside. I’ve been vaccuuming around him.) There were bright spots this weekend, but the aggravating and upsetting stuff happened a number of times. Let’s just say last night I dusted off the book Raising Your Spirited Child and started reading it again. It’s a great book, and I honed in on the part that describes very sensitive (“spirited”) children as having what they call spill-over tantrums…tantrums that result when a child becomes so overwhelmed with something he just snaps and then can’t find his way back from the dark side. He just can’t stop himself, not because he’s trying to manipulate the adult; he doesn’t know how to come out of it. One of DG’s trigger is lack of sleep. I can relate, but, man, it is hard to deal with it when you’re kid is older and you don’t quite understand what’s going on. T-Rex is generally easy-going, but like a case of fungus in the communal shower, he had a few flare-ups as well.
So, here’s my poetic recap from the last few days on my latest venture into online dating, mothering and writing. I will post more soon …I promise! I’m just getting smarter by not telling you WHEN!
There once was a girl named Susan
who signed up to go a-cruisin’
on the ‘net for a date,
but it turned out to be sedate
and now she’d rather be snoozin’.
There once was a girl named Sue
who loved her kids so true
but understand she did not
why they acted like snots
even after shouting “No more TV for you!”
(“…EVER AGAIN! I. Mean. It!”)
There once was a writer named Sue,
whose manuscript was marked up in blue
with ink from her notes
to avoid becoming bedding for goats;
now if she would only finish the damn thing before she turns 42…
(Hey, that gives me 3 more years!)
No, seriously. I’m around page 187 of this draft (out of approx. 320-325 pages), and
if when I work on it this week and weekend (kids back with The Ex), I’ll be able to work through a large chunk. The edits aren’t hard, it’s just trying to stay focused and not rework every little word — again. Did I mention staying focused on the task at hand? That has been the hardest part. But it will be done and ready to send into the world like a third child by the new year…if it’s the last thing I do.
Seriously. Otherwise I will need to focus on my career as a poet in ’08 and God help us all if that happens.