Busy:
Not losing my mind in the sadistic onslaught of toddler teething.
Likewise busy:
Not losing my mind in the time-sucking vortex of potty training (the messy stage, oy).
Busier:
Hand-sewing floofy princess skirts from yards of pink tulle because 1) in no universe will I pay €80 for a pre-made costume, 2) we don’t have a sewing machine, and 3) two certain princesses deserve to look every bit as floofy and pink as cotton candy come Halloween.
Busiest:
Mastering 672 songs this week so I can fill in as church pianist next Sunday. (Hint: It’s not possible. Do you think the congregation will very much mind me throwing up between chord changes?)
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Angry:
About someone else’s poor financial choices resulting in a month-late paycheck for us.
Angrier:
Toward the parents standing calmly in the center of the playground, smoking cigarettes and watching their children kick mine.
Angriest:
At the relative who posted a gloating Twitter update while driving through an active school zone. (This, like drunk driving, makes me see red. The lives of little children are not as valuable as making sure the Internet knows you’re… uh, cool? Macho? An asshole extraordinaire?)
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Bright:
The galaxy of electric whirligigs blazing and swirling in the Luna Park below our house.
Brighter:
The sun rising clear and oh-so-jaunty over Mount Subasio, sneaking two fresh-faced girls with her into our room every morning before the alarm clock has a chance to wake up.
Brightest:
Plans for a holiday season bursting with music, food, and dearly-awaited guests. Oh, and snowboarding! And gift exchanges! And a wee trip to Venice! Cinnamon-sprinkled wonderfulness awaits.
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Dusty:
My writing abilities.
Dustier:
My writing motivation.
Dustiest:
The top of the bedroom dresser. Yeesh!
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Lovely:
Rosemary, peppermint, daisies and more daisies… my balcony friends welcomed in from the cold and brightening every room of the house.
Lovelier:
Friendships beginning to bloom from a batch of terrifying social undertakings. (I still have to pop a few Tums and re-read this every time I leave the house, but the value of new relationships is beginning to offset the appeal of staying a hermit.)
Loveliest:
Your girls are so adorable, all decked out in October orange, they will be such beautiful princesses. I have only one princess this year, and one ballerina not to mention the Wild Hockey Player. I think your writing is as bright as that sun that wakes you up every morning, not a dust speck in sight.
beautifullest! both your writing and your girls!!
Oh, I can’t WAIT to see the floofy Halloween skirts! You are a great mama. My mom made a many of my Halloween costumes, bless her long-suffering heart. My favorite over the years – my 3 year old brother wanted to be a ‘red ghost’ – and she made it for him!
Dude. Late paycheck? Not cool.
And I agree with Megsie. Your writing is lovely indeed. But I understand about motivation. I think my motivation is stuck under the bed with the dust bunnies.
Bethany,
Oh, this is all so familar. It’s part motherhood, part culture shock, and part general artist angst. Hang in there, you’ll find your rhythm. Nothing is wasted, and everything will be there when you are ready for it. I super duper extra promise.
(Now tuck this away for when I need you to say it back to me.)
Wishing you much flow!
Love,
Rachelle
Tee hee…this comment was for the last post .. about having a life so not having time to write. (How did I mange THAT?) Love ya, R