BookBlogWriMo: Today’s challenge is where I blog, but I am going to turn it into where I write. I do it about 90% of the time at the dining room table. I have a laptop there and it’s out of reach of little hands. I have had a few scares when my son tries to help mommy by picking up my coffee mug and bring it into the kitchen. Yeah, there were a few times things got spilt, but luckily the laptop was closed at the time.
My eldest son is no longer aloud to touch computers. We had let him watch some online cartoons on my old mac book and needless to say, by the end it had only half the keys and was soaked in milk. I had a funeral, there were pictures, and it was a lovely service.
Now, I have an old, bulky pc that is on loan from my husband’s job. The good thing about it is it’s sturdy, so the kiddies abuse doesn’t affect it. My husband uses another laptop for his actual work, the one I use is more of an emergency laptop for him (he works in IT, there are lots of computers everywhere).
When the boys are sleeping I take the laptop to the couch or even into my bedroom, but a lot of times I am so lost in my writing I forget to move the laptop to a more comfy spot and end up with numb legs and a sore back because I have been sitting on a dining room chair for hours.
I long for a time when I can actually have a desk...and dare I dream, an office where I can close the door to keep people out so I can concentrate on my work. Wow, I dream big!
NaNoWriMo: My youngest son has a physical and developmental delay and due to this he sees a physical and developmental therapist on Tuesdays. So, I put my oldest son in daycare those days so we can all focus on my youngest to get him walking and talking. Well, my oldest was sick all weekend, but he’s better now just a little bit of a cough. You know how you have a cough, days, even weeks after you feel better, well that was my son.
So, I packed everyone in the car yesterday morning, planning on dropping my oldest at daycare and my husband at the train station so I could race back home to let the therapists in our home (where I frantically cleaned the house the night before for that reason). We got to the daycare and my husband took my eldest inside while I stayed with my youngest in the car. Five minutes later my husband reemerges still with my oldest in tow. What?
I ask why and he explains how sick my eldest is. The funny thing is, my eldest bops along like any energetic toddler and even hops down the steps for effect. My husband, while loading my son back in the car tells me he doesn’t understand, he seemed so sick inside the daycare. I turned to my husband and said, “You’ve been played by a three year old.”
So, I had both boys yesterday. But, I fared better on the writing, getting over 1600 words written. Today, I am taking my eldest back to daycare to make up for yesterday, but my youngest and I are heading to my parents who live an hour and a half away in the country. Not going to get much writing done until the night time when they are in bed.