What in the world is NaNoWriMo? It stands for National Novel Writing Month (it happens every November) and I am participating this year for the first time!
I’m excited, nervous, determined and intimidated but I’m doing it.
It’s about time I stop talking about writing a book and start writing it.
I had planned on using yesterday, October 31st to move a desk to my room and get a little nook set up so I can have an official work space, however, Jonah decided a trip to Children’s hospital ER would be a better way to spend the first 5 hours of our day.
He is three so nothing, and I mean NOTHING, that he does should surprise me. I’ve been through this 4 times before, 5 if you count when I lived with my 3 year old brother who tried to die several times but is a living, breathing 23 year old right now.
He comes into the kitchen, while I was trying to finish my coffee and read a message from a fellow mom/writer I’ve recently met. He had on footy pajamas and decided it would be a good idea to go outside in the wet and cold and jump on the trampoline, which I tried to discourage by saying no, but as I said, he’s three.
He decided to go out anyway, except he couldn’t get the door to open. He got angry, I was laughing inside thinking “curses! Thwarted by the door again!” When I made no move to leave my coffee and open the door for him to do something I already said he couldn’t do he grabbed a heavy kitchen bar stool and threw it down to, I assume, make the level of his anger evident. However, he dropped it on his big toe.
The ER visit was fun. It took 4 adults holding him down to get the 4 stitches he needed. After the wrestling, screaming match the nurses and “child specialists” brought him a popsicle and left so we could wait on paperwork for the next 20 minutes. I was sweating and stressed and needed the down time before lugging him back out of the ER and down the street to the ER parking lot which has moved further away since the we were there for his burned hand a few months ago. I thought it was interesting that he got offered his choice of popsicle but nobody asked me what kind of coffee and chocolate I would like after such a disturbing experience.
We made it home by midafternoon and the weather started to get uglier. My kids had costumes and they weren’t very happy about the fact that it was 45 degrees and starting to rain. We invited a couple of friends down for pizza and trick-or-treating anyway.
It was cold and wet and the 10 pounds of candy I bought didn’t get passed out. Halloween 2014, the first one in our new house and new neighborhood is in the books.
All the Little Grubbs 