In
my last blog I was looking forward to being Human Again in April. Well, it’s
April and I’m not human yet.
Many
of you know I’m trying to finish my young adult urban fantasy novel for a
conference this month. Progress is good. I’m at around 96,000 words and closing
in on the finish, but there have been a few hiccups in my real world.
At
the end of March I took my mother in for what we thought was a detached retina.
After two doctor visits, we were told she’d had a stroke and would never regain
the vision she lost in her left eye.
Mom
is very positive about the whole thing and thinking of designing a line of
bedazzled eye patches for her online Dragon Lady Shoppe. We also thought about
dressing her bunny up as a parrot to go with her new pirate look. Our poor pets
probably don’t have a clue what animal they actually are.
We
don’t know much more about Mom’s condition as we are waiting to have tests and
get results back.
So
we managed to get through our crisis and Spring Break which is always a bit of
a crisis too, and get back on track. Then Kory went on a business trip.
In
just a little over 24 hours:
- I got one of those calls from the
school. “My son said what? MY son?! Put him on the phone!”
- The boys’ toilet spewed water all
over the bathroom. I suspect a poltergeist. Now that they no longer flush
toys and plastic cups, I fail to see what biodegradable substance could’ve
caused such an epic clog.
- We had a blizzard.
- The dog took allergy medicine.
She seems fine and not once has she complained of a runny nose, sneezing,
or itchy eyes.
- The kitchen sink clogged.
Poltergeist again?
- Monkey came down with a virus.
When
Kory texted that he’d landed in Denver I told him both boys were in bed with me
(Monkey sick, Chunky had a nightmare) and that he should just find a hotel
room. My exact words were, “Save yourself!”
He
came home anyway. Good because he fixed the sink. Bad because three adult-sized
bodies (plus allergy-free dog) in one bed does not make for a good night’s
sleep. At least we managed to get Chunky back to his bed.
My
husband teased me that he couldn’t leave me alone for one night. He knows I can
handle things, it’s just that when Kory’s away, the poltergeists come out to
play.
I
know I’m not the only one who’s experienced disaster while my spouse was gone.
Please, share your stories. It’s a less violent way to relieve stress than
attacking said spouse the moment he or she returns.
