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Thursday, January 27, 2005Someone Poured Cement Into My Brain -- And It's Hardened
That's about as accurate a metaphor as I could come up with. "Oatmeal" doesn't quite cut it, because, if you soak it long enough in hot water, oatmeal DOES soften to the point where you can scrape it out of the unfortunate pan. There is no scraping my brain. It has solidified. I'm going to have to remedy this quickly, though. I have a lot to do. It's all "good stuff," really. I'm excitedly preparing for my first teleseminar for at-home moms. I'm continuing to work on my second fantasy novel as well as my Ezine articles. All that, and it comes second in line to my number one job, which is MOM. So my problem is.....I can't seem to organize my thoughts enough to make myself a schedule. Wonderful ideas keep floating around in my head -- things like, "I'll work on my Ezine on Monday and Fridays!" and, "I'm going to make a to-do list for my teleseminar preparation." And on I go. Except the "good stuff" in my head doesn't happen. I'm especially cement-brained today because of a night of interrupted sleep. No, it wasn't young children who continually broke my slumber -- it was my snorting husband. Notice that I said, "snorting," not "snoring." Sometimes he snores, yes.....but last night he was SNORTING. They were intermittent snorts, and each one was perfectly timed so that it exploded into my eardrums at the precise moment I had drifted off to sleep again. After several such pulse-jarring moments, I roughly grabbed my beloved spouse by the shoulder and shook him until his eyes rattled. The poor guy had the most ridiculously idiotic expression on his face; not only did he have no idea why I was shaking him, but he had just been awakened from the depths of a slumber that his wife had not yet experienced on this particular night. "Can you please take something?" I snapped. Eric did not respond. He did not know what I wanted him to take. "You're snorting," I continued. "Are you congested or something?" A vague realization that he had somehow disturbed me crept into Eric's consciousness. Instead of "taking something," though, he rolled over. Toward me. Now, this was most annoying, because I usually want him to roll AWAY from me when he is making ridiculous nose noises. Except that he had already been facing away from me when the snorting started. Fortunately, the change of position did, indeed, stop the snorting. I, of course, took forever to fall back to sleep because I had allowed myself to become so irritated. Poor Eric. How does he stand me? So now I'm faced with a wonderfully free afternoon, just perfect for getting all sorts of work accomplished while my children happily amuse themselves elsewhere. And here I sit, unable to put two coherent thoughts together. And there's no Coke in the house, either. Stick with me, though. If you're a SAHM or WAHM, this teleseminar is going to be something you won't want to miss! (I'll have to ask Eric to sleep somewhere else the night before the teleseminar, though, so that I can stay awake for the whole thing.) Until next time! Jill Schafer Boehme MOMMY! The Internet Lifeline for At-home Moms Labels: writing |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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