Okay,I exaggerate: panic on one street. Specifically,in my house. Nothing bad, nothing catastrophic, just a sudden influx of freelance writing due in a shot period of time. And it turns out that I tend to freak out a little bit if I take on a bunch of projects at the same time. Add to this the impending arrival of my mother-in-law and the messy state of the house, and mix liberally to achieve full-blown panic. I have no idea how to start tackling this big pile of work, so I’m flitting from room to room accomplishing very little (and blogging about it, which may or may not help).
But wait, there’s more! I have one more measly chapter to write for the fiction story to finish the thing off, but of course, my momentum on that project is crawling to a standstill. I’m so close to the end that I can’t muster up the energy to do that last little bit. And, the wife’s birthday is Thursday, so I have cake-making and present-wrapping to do. So very much on my plate, and I am by nature a very slothful human being. When will I exercise? Who knows?
But let me put focus back on the days success: Max returned to school after the holiday break, and despite some intense crying as we stood outside of the classroom, he worked through it and had a great time. So good, that he was confident and delightful for the rest of the day. After powering up with a 2 hour nap, he was a dynamo of helpfulness, humour, and eating. The boy is gonna grow again.
Chris Loblaw, Author 