Time to Whine!

I’m slightly stressed because tonight is the last night I have to finish up my novel revisions. Deadline is tomorrow at 1 PM, which is also the time I need to be on the road, on the way to Austin to spend the weekend with my kids. Oh, and I haven’t packed for that trip, yet.

When I come back, I need to hurry the hell up and pack everything in my apartment, then arrange times for all my post-closing house repairs and renovations. Then, on Friday, I close.

I have until August 1 (that means one and a half weekends) to get out of my apartment and get as much unpacked and set up as possible. Because, on August 1, I have to drive to Austin to pick up my kids and bring them home from their summer baby-daddy visitation.

Then, three days after that, they go to Austin for a normal baby-daddy-visitation weekend. Meaning that I get to drive to Austin again that Sunday to pick them up. Then, after that, we have one weekend to get all their school clothes before school starts on August 16.

Did I mention that my work commute will increase from 2 minutes to 45 minutes to an hour? Oh, and I still don’t yet know where I’ll be putting my kids after school.

But first, before I worry about any of that… I need to finish my novel revisions. Tonight.

I think I can do it. It should be easy. Ain’t I a woman? Ain’t I, to be precise, a single mom and novelist with a full-time job? Am I not Devo?

Okay, that didn’t make sense, I know. Probably a symptom of very slight stress. (Or PCOS. That reminds me – I also have to go to the doctor next week and let her know that my PCOS treatment has stopped working. If you don’t know what PCOS means, don’t worry. I can sum it up for you very simply: I’m eggless, I probably have diabetes, and I must carry emergency feminine hygiene products in my purse at all times. And I’m fat, but no one knows if the fat is the symptom or the underlying cause.)

I have nightmares every night, but they no longer bother me. This week’s have included lost babies, mean bosses, car crashes, and cannabalistic puppies. The puppies were due to the fact that the kids’ dad just informed them that he’s getting rid of all their puppies. Unless, of course, their mother would like to take the beloved puppies to her new house on August 1.

Really, now that I’ve typed all this out, it doesn’t sound like much. I’m pretty sure I can handle it.

I’m looking forward to our housewarming party, actually.

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Posted in domestic, dreams, health, venting on 07/13/2006 08:31 pm
 
 

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