The wicker basket spewed the toys all over the living room this morning.
The grandgirl spewed bananas and cereal all over my fresh-washed white robe.
I’ve closed doors and moved furniture strategically to block baby finger magnets.
I notice a vague ache in my back.
Either Lillee is getting heavier or I’m getting weaker.
More the latter.
I forget that I did all this nearly 30 years ago.
And I let go of the writing then.
How do the younger writer moms do it?
I’m guessing it’s possible that my batteries drain a little sooner now.
Today I’m frustrated.
And a little discouraged.
So many things scream for my attention.
I’m smothered by time, procrastination, and fatigue.
Big black ants spew from somewhere in our bedroom and die all over the house.
The microwave handle fell off in my hand and languishes on the Hoosier cabinet.
Tattered and half-stripped wallpaper mocks me.
I’m going to finish painting my husband’s office this week.
I need to pull the income tax stuff together.
I need to pay bills.
I need to buy groceries.
I hate the dust that the setting sun reveals.
I wanted to buy a dress two sizes smaller for the company event.
The dryer has a strange burn smell.
That can’t be good.
Blog traffic is down, and someone just unsubscribed.
And I wonder if I shouldn’t just let go of the writing again.
Yep, it’s one of those days.
But this, too, shall pass.
On the bright side, I think I finally figured out how to combine three historical events into my novel.
And the theme.
And what the main character wants.
That must be good.
Be brave Be strong. Don’t give up. Expect God to get here soon.
~Psalm 31:24 (Message)