Today I rolled out of bed at 5:55. I should have gotten up at 5:00. Then, I could have written my blog, had a breakfast that was nutritional, and gone for a walk with my dog. Instead, my eye opened and I stared at the clock.
Have I told you I have a twelve-year-old. I had to wake him up. He's no fun to wake up. I could write a whole blog about him. Yes, he expected me to make him breakfast. I told him cereal requires no adult supervision. He was not impressed. The dog also wanted me to supply breakfast. I glared at them and stared at the clock.
We left the house at 6:45. Fifteen minutes late. There was an argument about skateboard and scooter being in the middle of the yard instead of put away on the patio. The dog offered to come with me. She even suggested we leave the kid at home. A block into our drive to the carpool mom, Mike decided his skateboard and scooter did need to be on the patio. We turned around. He put his belongings away. I threatened dire predictions of no video games, no favorite food, and no smiles. And, I stared at the clock.
Carpool mom needed to talk.
I got to work with five minutes to spare. Unfortunately, work is not writing romance novels where heroines roll out of bed at 9:00 and put on their size five cool clothes complemented by five inch heels. No bagel graced my morning, like it might a heroine. The heroine's dog, of course, isn't SHEDDING as much as mine (Achoo!!!) And, if the heroine has a kid, he/she is a charming kid whose only flaw is he/she happens to be a secret baby.
My kid couldn't keep a secret if you paid him.
I spent my day conferencing with the youth that will make up our future. They are awesome, funny, and smart. Don't believe everything the television tells you about this generation.
Nine hours later, I arrived back home. I stopped at the tax guy and picked up the BAD BAD BAD news. Then, I called hubby and told him to make rice and cook the corn while I ran into Albertson's and purchased an already cooked chicken.
This evening I returned home at 5:55. Son was at the skateboard park with the skateboard he'd stored on the patio. Hubby was watching the news and way behind on rice and corn because he loves the television. Have you ever noticed how many heroes don't watch television. All I can say I know more about Building Alaska that any size five heroine does!
Dishes are done, laundry is waiting, and I'm mad at myself for skipping around today's to-do list.
But, I got a hug from a twelve-year-old and my hubby helped with dinner. I'm so glad I held out for a hero.
Speaking of Holding Out for a Hero, look at my April release. <sigh>
The hero is awesome, funny, and smart.
The heroine is NOT size five. I did that on purpose.
Okay, she's pregnant.
Go ahead, read it and smile.