This week is my daughter’s fall break. You know, when you’re four, the trials of preschool can be overwhelming. So she’s home all week to rest up before becoming a Big Dragon in the “fall semester.”
Our house, and my writing practice, is trashed. To get any work done I basically have to sit here and give her assignments, and not worry about the mess she makes. Make me a picture. Staple this piece of paper until it’s full of staples. Right now she is “scanning” things with my mouse, like we’re at the supermarket, her art projects stacked up around me like leaves caught in a fence on a windy day. Earlier she got ahold of the Febreze and “cleaned” the whole house. It wreaks in here.
I’m keeping this post brief. I’m hoping to get some writing done tonight once she’s in bed. We’ll see if I have any energy left for that. I finally get why my parents were always so excited when I had summer school.