Rain, rain, go away or not?

Summer is officially here and we're stuck in the house while the earth is being showered on. Seems boring and all but the truth is that I LOVE LOVE LOVE the rain! Really!! For some reason it inspires me to be extra creative and puts me in that state of mind that is ideal for writing. I get to get the stuff out and "see" what it looks like. All the while my girls are either stringing beads to make bracelets and necklaces, or imagining their room to be a fairy hideaway, the dog is just hanging out snoozing under the coffee table and the baby is crawling around the house with her cloth diaper and a teething cracker in the one hand. I get to write. I also get to sew. Two things I simply love to do. So rain, please don't go away. I welcome your fresh inspiring water.

Just write

This is my mantra for the next 2 weeks. "Just Write!" I need to produce a substantial amount of work for my last advanced writing workshop before my thesis that starts in August. Yikes! I have tons of ideas but can't seem to decide on just one. I think that I may just sit in front of the white screen and do what I need to and that is, again, "Just Write". So, between doing groceries, putting them all away, nursing the baby, changing a dirty diaper, feeding the dog, picking up the two bigger girls up from summer camp, going to pee, at least once, and feeding the new goldfish, I need to "Just Write". No ifs, ands or buts! My life is wonderful and I need to savor and document each moment of it. Is it nap time yet??

Nothing but Poe?

Whew! It's been a while. Too much to tell and too little time. So this week marks the first adventure in raising three darlings, taking care of the home, tending to Darling Husband (DH), and taking my 6th graduate level course in my MFA program. Nothing but Poe is our topic for this week. After a long seven month break from the program, my engines are revved up to go full force. All the joys of reading, analyzing, criticizing and extensively and critically writing about the works of Edgar Allan Poe. So while I'm getting two little girls ready for school, nursing my eight month old and seeing to it that DH has clean underwear to go to work, I'll be engulfed in the "Dark Romanticism" of Poe.

So much for a long weekend

This weekend I thought, "oh great, it's a long weekend and we're going to make the most of it." Boy was I wrong!

We are all sick.

It started with the baby having a runny nose and two days later the whole family was sniffling and hyperdosing on vitamin C. Saturday morning I slept in. While tossing and turning I realized that my daughters (3 and a half and 2) were up with my husband and wondered if he had thought to change the baby's diaper (because he's forgotten in the past) or given them anything to eat for breakfast. All was pretty much under control when I came out to the living room. I decided that I needed to make some chicken soup for the family and so I set out to Wild Oats.

I took the baby with me so that hubby would only have to worry about one toddler. I was off.

I got to Wild Oats, did my shopping, paid, went back to the car, put the baby in her seat, put all the groceries away, got myself in the car, started the engine and then LIGHT BULB! I forgot to get the most important ingredient for my chicken soup, Chicken Broth! (I like to use organic made chicken broth in my soup). Ugg! I had to rip the box of whole wheat cheddar bunnies from my 2 year old to get her out of her car seat all while trying to explain to her why mommy was being so drastic in not letting her bring the entire box of "bunnies" (as she calls them) into the store. I rushed back into the store, got the broth, paid and was finally on my way home. That was an event in and of itself for me!

I guess this is what happens when you have mommy brain, have to keep your self going even when you're run down with the flu and have to take care of 4 people (including yourself.)  So much for a long weekend huh?!