Could somebody please come clean my house? I have to decorate for Christmas tonight. And I. Can't. Wait! But the house must be clean first. And did I mention that we just got home from our Thanksgiving broo-hah-hah yesterday? Could there be any more to clean?
Oh, and there are ants in the bathroom.
Could somebody please come and convince me to cry? I got the rejection letter from the publisher over the weekend. I was expecting it, but there was truly some hope inside of me. But I haven't cried about it yet. Perhaps I'm in denial? It can't be "Oh, well, I'll try somebody else" because I haven't thought about that. And now NaNoWriMo is suffering, due to the holiday and now lack of motivation. How can one rejection letter cause such carnage? Family members tell me to self-publish. I just can't do that yet. I need to exhaust all avenues, and having had only one shut to me, I'm thinking there have to be more somewhere.
I'll find them. Eventually.
Could somebody please help me be a better friend? I didn't mean to ignore requests of seeing people over the weekend; I just didn't have time. I also tend to ignore emails for days and weeks, because I prefer to blog instead of respond. It's not intentional. I'm just flaky.
Which is weird. I was never flaky until I had children.
Could somebody please remind me of the good time I had this week? I saw my parents, my brother (who finally showed me pictures of his girlfriend), my sister (her husband and my adorable nephews!!), my cousin, and my "aunt" (who always has the best unsolicited advice!). We also spent time in Provo, going to the BYU game (COUGARS WON!! Take THAT, Utah!), and visiting with Brandon's dad. It was a good week. But I still feel let down. Why is that?
Perhaps it's because our renters have their stuff in my house and it looks strange. Perhaps it's because I never get any time to really visit with my family and see my hometown. Maybe it's because I would have loved to have seen friends (mentioned above) in Blackfoot and Provo. And maybe it's because I come home and there is unpacking and cleaning to do. So much cleaning. Before we can put up Christmas.
And did I mention that I love Christmas?