The time of reflection
The crumbs on the floor
Monday, April 23, 2012
It didn't occur to me when I scheduled a weekend away that April would be the big crunch month of my semester. Though I'm oh-so-glad I went, I've been scrambling to put together my two workshop pieces before the end of this week, as well as my next packet (for which my mentor has graciously given me an extension). And because that didn't seem like enough writing, I've voluntarily taken on two unrelated nonfiction projects this month as well. We're going on our second week of sick kids (apparently, just because they were born together doesn't mean they get sick at the same time). I depleted my sick leave on Z last week, so C was supposed to stay home with E today, but decided that since he didn't have a fever he could go to school (poor youngest child always gets the shaft). Z burned three fingers on the wood stove last night and screamed so long and so loud I thought for sure we'd need to take him to the emergency room (thank goodness for doctor friends who dispense medical advice over the phone). Baseball season starts in force this week, with four days of practice, although we've gotten a bit of a reprieve (tonight anyway) because it actually is pouring rain outside. And just in case we didn't have enough going on already, we increased our household by thirteen yesterday.
Which is all just to say you may not hear from me until May.
I am a writer, a public servant, a mama of three boys, a tree-hugger and nature lover. In my spare time I try to live lightly on the earth and strive for mindfulness in all I do...and I hope to teach my kids to do the same.
All content on this blog copyright Andrea Lani.
With a nod to Kazuo Ishiguro's wonderful novel, The Remains of the Day, which, in the interest of full disclosure, I had not even read until this blog was nearly two years old. It's surprising to find one has a lot in common with an aging butler.