Ever have one of those bad dreams where you've got something important you desperately need to do, but you just can't start it? Or you can't get to it because your body weighs a million pounds and your shoelaces are tied together? There's so much nervous anxiety, you feel like your heart is gonna hack its way out of your rib cage and run screaming into the night.
That's my life right now.
In the middle of last week, I told my agent that I could be done with this next round of revisions in two weeks. And I totally could have. But then all this stuff started happening: sick kids home from school, Dr's appointments, unexpected car repairs, unexpected house guests, and of course, the most important person in my life had to go and have a birthday in there too.
So I'm way behind.
And I'm a little stressed.
Before I disappear, though, I have to brag on my little man, Chantze. He's been saving his hard-earned money for about two months now to buy a Playstation Portable (he saved up for his own PS2 when he was eight). He's been babysitting, doing housework and yard work, plus odd jobs for his grandpa and uncle. So this last weekend, for his mother's birthday, Chantze went and spent nearly all of his money to buy her a nice purse, a necklace, and a bracelet. Sweet, no?
That meant more to her than anything I could have bought her, and I'm proud as heck.