I Beg Your Pardon, I Seem to Have Lost My Mind Around Here Somewhere.

I have to apologize for the tardiness of this post. I had one of those days where I thought several times I needed to stop and write up this post, only to have another disaster instigated by my 4 year old happen in the other room. Broken glasses, permanent marker, accidents in his underwear, a pot pie left on the carpet to thaw and ooze all over, and hearing about a a million times, "I do it myelth!" Promptly followed by another crash and "It was a asident!"
Can you tell I've had a hard mommy day? Try mommy month. I wanted so badly to get my book finished. I got three days into November, only to have a situation arise that was only partially resolved with withdrawing my 12 year old from public school and homeschooling. Oh, and a 4 hour round trip to Tucson to see a medical specialist, plus a visit to our local hospital for x-rays and blood work. We got that new twist in life sort of under control when everyone got sick, one after another, with a very nasty cold that still hasn't left the building. Then my father-in-law came for a 2 1/2 week visit. He also got sick in the middle of the visit with the stomach flu or food poisoning. From my food. The man is 80. That was a hairy couple of days. Then there was also Thanksgiving, the planning, cooking, and everything else to get the house ready for company. Oh, and our septic tank started leaking. And the wind took out our gate. And my oldest got her driver's permit and is insisting on driving everywhere.
 Sooooo.......I haven't written anything for a month. I just couldn't handle one more pressure on my inadequate sanity, and I had to let the writing go. Just kiss that goal goodbye.
I guess I wanted to share this with you for two reasons. First was sympathy. I need it, and lots of it. Second, I wanted to show you that it's okay to choose 'Mommy' over 'writer' sometimes. Life is what happens when we're making other plans. I made my plans, I announced them to the world, and the universe laughed as it pushed a tornado through my life. Oh wait, that's my 4 year old. But life has settled into a new normal, and I can again pick up a pen (or open a word document) and start the writing process again.
Wish me luck.