It's Confession time! Share your thoughts, and be sure to visit my fellow confessors in The Confessional.
My life right now is like a house with a leaky roof, a broken water heater, and a foundation crack. I don’t whether to fix everything or scrap it and get a new house.
My daughter has developed a potty mouth. Lately, when she’s upset with us, her favorite phrases are: “You stink” and “You’re poop!” How lucky are we to have a child with such a creative vocabulary. When does this phase end? Tim and I are big advocates of time-outs, but this hardened criminal can do a stretch like she was waiting in line for a Happy Meal. Nothing fazes her.
Admittedly, I love Ella’s resolve—it’s her way or the highway. But really, there’s nothing worse than hearing “You stink!” from a three-year old.
This weekend, I had the kids while Tim was out of town so I didn’t do much more than sleep when I could. Didn’t get far on my poetry goals.
But hey, the past is past. This week, my goals are to:
1. Write two poems, one of which is an inaugural poem for next week’s open mic
2. Send out two packs of poems
3. Read Howard Levy's A Day This Lit
Keeping it simple.
Taking next Tuesday off for the inauguration so I can watch it in the privacy of my own home.
True confession: I added “The Thong Song” to my iTunes.