Just Another Day in Paradise
I started out the morning by catching on fire.
I was standing at the stove, stirring in the oatmeal, when all of a sudden the back shoulder of my pink terry robe was on fire. How? I have no idea. All I know is all of a sudden it was “stop, drop and roll.”
Eden pretty much lost it as her excellent imagination spun ahead of the facts and created a major motion picture in her head called “When Momma Died from the Oatmeal Fire.” I had to dig her out of the back of her closet to calm her down. Cate on the other hand was only concerned about the fact that the rubber duckie appliqués on my robe were scorched. Poor duckies!
This derailed me and I didn’t keep on top of Cate every second of the get-ready process, so it was after 9 o’clock before I finally got her dressed to her socks. (She gets “distwackted.”)
To be honest with y’all, that’s not exactly how my morning started. It really started two hours before that when my foster son slid a note under my door, asking if he could go to a party that stretches from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Never mind that he’s just told us another whopper of a lie, and by all rights should be on restriction until he qualifies to be a member of the AARP. Sigh. Raising teenagers is like nailing jello to a tree. (If anyone is foster-parenting a teenager and is will to advise of email, contact me!)
At any rate, they are all off at school now and I’m ready to tackle the lovely stack of ‘zine orders that has come into my inbox. I’ve been so encouraged by the amount of interest in Hiver. I’ve printed a run of 30, but only hand-bound about half of that. I got caught off guard by orders! I’ll be sending out paypal invoices today and plan to have the orders in the mail by Saturday.
Thanks so much! Your support will carry me though this crazy oatmeal-fire day!
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January 18th, 2007 at 11:19 am
I laughed so hard at this. I’m still laughing. Maybe I should have felt more concerned. But everything about it is funny (except for maybe the part about Eden.) The fact that you have ducks on your robe, and that Cate gets “distwacked.”
January 18th, 2007 at 11:32 am
I love “distwacked,” too!! I hooted!
I was so glad to get my Pay Pal invoice in the mail for the ‘zine. I am looking forward to your imperfect piece of art and rejoice in the health it represents! It is a huge step for you to do this and, having experienced pain problems myself, I am cheering you on!
Will be watching and waiting!!!!
January 19th, 2007 at 9:26 am
I am having a little trouble with Pay Pal and I hope it’s not affecting you. I would happily send money but I am going to give it a couple of days.
It has worked for two years but I had a glitch a couple of years ago. Now they are citing a different bank account…Oh, help. I think I am ready to go back to shells for transactions…or pretty beads!
Let me know.
January 22nd, 2007 at 1:31 am
OMG…I’m so totally ROTFLOL!!! Okay, I shouldn’t be…but obviously you weren’t injured (were you?). I’ve been privvy to so many such stunts in life that I can relate. And the kids hiding thing. Hmm…my closet or the avalanche of my laundry room are the two mostly likely places to find my kiddos when disaster threatens…that is if DS isn’t running away from home again… sigh. Distraction, I’ve learned, gives way to “I forgot.” And I do group foster care w/ teens. I’ve been working in residential for 13 years, so yeah, the teen foster thing I get too! Hope your weekend was peaceful and that your Monday starts out calmer!