But for those that care, I'm getting myself back together. One of the biggest things I've been dealing with has been my recent move. My son and I moved across town and even though I've moved before, I don't remember it being this stressful. I severely underestimated how long it was going to take and the stress I was going to incur from it; I (stupidly) thought it was going to be a piece of cake. But I was so, so wrong. You accumulate so much stuff over the years that you don't even realize everything you have when it's time to pick up and move it. Purging and cleaning and laundering and tossing and packing took way more out of me than I thought it would. But we finally got it done...then came the unpacking. Whole 'nother story altogether (let's just say it's been over a month and there are still a couple of boxes that I stuck in a closet so I wouldn't have to look at them. I'll find somewhere to put their contents eventually).
So aside from that, I've been working on finishing my latest book, Grown and Forbidden, which I just did in the last week or so. There's nothing like the rush of completing a book you've hunched over your computer working on for weeks (or months). I can't wait to put out my 6th book, Take One for the Team, which is the story of a tired single mother who must choose between love or money. This was a fun one to write, and I'm already playing around with a possible sequel. But I might leave it as it is, due to the ending. Don't know yet. :)
My other books are doing well...do you have yours?
Some Like 'em Thick
It's All Right...Now
Not By a Long Shot
Get Right
Decisions and Consequences
So in addition to this awesomeness, I'm dealing with having a pre-teen son (or a tweener, as I think they're also called). He's going to be twelve this year and is growing body hair and wants privacy when he didn't before, and has announced his intentions to stay with his current "girlfriend" years from now. I can't say I'm looking forward to the day he brings some little chickadee home to meet me, but I know that day will be here before I know it. It already seems like just yesterday that he was crawling around the house and still small enough for me to pick up (he's almost as tall as I am now). He's still getting acclimated to the extra chores he's been graced with since the move...I've already had the fun of waking him up at the wee hours of the morning because he didn't wash all the dishes or clean the bathroom properly. I can't tell you how many times my mother did that to me and my older sister when we were growing up (mostly for the dishes...we were not to leave them unwashed overnight). And that phone I got him for his last birthday stays glued to his hand. I wonder if I would have been like that if cell phones were as in as they are now back when I was his age. I didn't even get a pager until I was maybe eighteen or nineteen and my first cell phone was a Tracfone I won playing Bingo when I was twenty-something.
So, anyway, pray for me. lol
Oh, look at the time...I need to get ready for the night job. It's been real...until next time, people. :)
