Life.
I took my week off from work and yes, it was quite refreshing. We did the Great Wolf Lodge, we went and visited Nick at school, I had breakfast with friends and read two FABULOUS books (thank you, Kristan Higgins and Jill Shalvis!) and did very little writing.
Bad author!
While we were visiting Nick at school, something very traumatic happened. We went out to dinner Saturday night and while waiting for our table, I pulled Nick aside to talk to him. I've been a little concerned about Michael and he won't talk to me or Frank but I thought he might actually talk to his brother. So I had a very adult conversation with my elder child and asked him if he could maybe talk to his younger brother and just sort of see what was going on with him. I had overheard a conversation Michael had with a friend while playing Xbox where he admitted that he'd asked a girl out and she said no. I wanted to make sure he was okay.
Never send a snarky 21 year old to do ANYTHING.
Basically, rather than just talking TO Michael, Nick decided it would be better to talk AT Michael and dump on him everything that he doesn't like about it. By Sunday afternoon, Michael had essentially been told that everything about him is...wrong.
Thank you, Nick. Don't go in to motivational speaking.
We arrived at Nick's place to take him to lunch before we headed back home and he convinced Michael to basically shave his head.
Moms, are you as outraged as I am???
Did I mention that Michael has BEAUTIFUL curly hair???
Did I also mention that Nick essentially had some dull utility scissors and a fairly useless electric razor to take on this task???
I asked Michael if he was okay with it and he said that he was but I sort of feel like he was trying to save face here. Then Nick and his fiance took him into the bathroom to get him ready. When the razor turned on, I had to step in. I told them they were NOT allowed to shave his head. No buzz cut; I did NOT want to see scalp. So they cut it really, really, REALLY short. I don't recognize my child. There was about three pounds of hair on the floor and the look on Michael's face broke my heart.
They aren't allowed near him any time soon.
I cried that night for HOURS.
I know, I know, it's just hair but to me, those curls were Michael. That was my boy's signature thing and a part of his childhood is now gone thanks to the dull-scissor-happy-duo. Wait until they have children and I do something like this - take their first born for the first hair cut or get her ears pierced without their permission. Ah...revenge.
Then there's our car situation. We've known that we need another car and that we need to get rid of Frank's van. We were kind of hoping to do it this summer when my car was paid off.
Best laid plans and all that...
The van died the other day. Frank call's me from the damn interstate and is like, "The van died". Well, okay. We have AAA, call them. No, no, no, it's just overheated and he needs water. It's 5:00, I'm getting ready to leave work, okay, I can do it. Where is he? He's not sure. He wasn't paying attention. So I now have to head west while he was driving east and hope that I can see him on the opposite side of the side of the road!
Wanted to KILL him.
Got there, we got the van home and essentially as we turned into the driveway it died. Thank God we made it home. But now there is no money from the sale of the car to help with a down payment on another one. There goes my new computer that I desperately need and that my royalty check was going to get for me.
And speaking of royalty checks, there's me, the indie author. Harlequin and Random House turned me down on the book my agent submitted. I wasn't upset about Harlequin but I was pretty bummed about Random House. It's still in with one other publishing house but they don't thrill me.
I should be doing some major pre-launch work right now but I just don't have it in me. I've got work, a car to try and finance, Easter is right around the corner and just everyday wife and mother stuff to deal with.
Are you as exhausted as I am?
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