Rainy Days and Sundays

My Dot Moms column is up. I talked about birthday parties, and my son’s day is coming up on Friday. After much debate, since the Spiderman plates were important to him, I ponied up on those and the treat bags. He’s getting regular napkins, regular cups, and that’s plenty. As for the treat bags, I’m just doing a candy mix. Half the time the bubbles, plastic toys, etc. just end up being thrown away. I’m debating on whether to make some homemade cookies as well. We’re doing chocolate cupcakes, Cheetos, and maybe fruit of some kind? Hard to say. Drew loves grapes, so I may try that. And again, the optional cookies.

The roof shingles are going up on the shed and thankfully my husband hasn’t fallen. I’m not a fan of heights and neither is he. At least he has the roofing jacks so he can kneel down on boards while he’s up there.

Last, I am banning my daughter from church until she’s two. She canNOT handle it. There was a blissful time when she used to fall asleep in my arms during the service. Not anymore. Today she was trying to crawl all over the pews, under the pews, and she threw a royal fit when I picked her up and subdued her. We ended up in the vestibule during the Offertory. She mistakenly believed that I was going to take her home, and quickly found out that temper tantrums would not get her what she wanted. Man, guess that baptism didn’t quite drive all the demons out. I have a feeling that the next 12 months will be murder for her because by golly, she’s going to learn that the world does not revolve around what she wants. She’s old enough for discipline. I predict there will be sackcloth, ashes, and much grinding of teeth on her part as she learns the ways of the world.

Well, there are two days left in January. I’m doing pretty good on my monthly goals. I mailed one of the proposals and I’m wrapping up the second to mail out to agents. On the second one, I had the synopsis ready to go and my critique partner, God bless her, pointed out that sections didn’t make sense. Considering the last time I read it, I was enjoying a nice glass of Shiraz and it was 10:15 at night, it made perfect sense to me at the time. Erk. Guess I was a little too relaxed there.

Anyway, hopefully I can get that book mailed out within the next two days. I’m determined to meet that goal.