This last month has been a total whirlwind of crazy tornado-ness. More than anything, it’s been sucked up by driving (I’m not kidding) 4,000+ miles in the car. Yes, the thought of even driving to WalMart at this point sort of makes my knees shake. But besides the car mania, here’s what I’ve been plowing through:
*three manuscripts edited for friends
*a radio appearance
*a book-signing
*two multi-day family reunions
*a video interview for a web magazine
*a speaking engagement in California (part of the big driving fun)
*two Hobby Lobby runs (long drives, sadly! but so fun! I love that store) with my girls
*a book release — The Lost Art (which went to the top 100 on Kindle in three categories. Thank you so much, reading friends!)
*a talk in church
*three car repairs
*a camp-out and fishing trip on the mountain while the AC was on the fritz at our house in the desert
Plus some other stuff that’s probably less interesting. (Not that any of this is interesting, likely.) The other things were all the fun mom stuff, like time at the pool and cleaning out kids’ dresser drawers and teaching the 9 year-old to make a cake. Stuff like that. Yeah, I didn’t get much personal writing done, other than preparing the presentations and the talk.
I have to say, it’s been quite the busy month!
Unfortunately, there’s only a bit of summer left to spend with my kids. I wish I could stretch it another few weeks before school starts up. Alas, school registration looms next week, and we still haven’t had our fun “Phineas and Ferb Week,” so I am pretty booked for the next few days doing stuff like “Backyard Beach Day” where we build sandcastles and go to the aquatic park, and “Agent P Day” where we do spy stuff. It’s going to take all my self-discipline to make myself go shop for notebooks and pens.
This is going to be my first year in almost 17 with no kids at home during the day. Youngest darling starts first grade. (She had half-day Kindergarten.) Life will change. I’ll probably try to do a lot of writing. And some genealogy. (That’s my other great love.) I hope I get to do more church service. And plant some flowers in my front yard. And I might finish the job of painting my house that I started two years ago. Yeah, by now it probably all needs another coat of paint. Some aspects of the alone-time I relish; others, not so much.
Meanwhile, though, I have ten days left of this tornado of craziness. I’m going to jam it full of mom fun and laundry.
Until then, beware. We might be watching you as agents of Agent P.
