Ever feel as though your life has sudden spikes of overwhelming busyness? When it seems as though you have so many projects and duties that you have no time to breathe? The end of August and beginning of September is such a time for me.
School is ready to begin again. As a preschool teaching aide, I start prepping my classroom this week. The kids’ first day is Monday. The first week of school is always a little more crazy; we have to get our three-year-olds used to the routine, the rules, and to spending their day without Mommy or Grandma. Naptime, the time usually dedicated to catching up on work and eating lunch, will be especially rough, since there is nothing to distract them from Mommy’s absence and the dark is scary. They won’t trust or love me yet because they won’t know me well enough. I will have to earn their trust and love through kindness and laughter, and it will take time before they run to me, giggling and singing the songs I teach them. As crazy and tear-filled the first week of school will be, it will be worth it to earn their love. I so cherish the time I get to spend with “my” kids, and I look forward to another year with another class.
September brings a new challenge. When my father was a child, my grandparents took over the Farm and Garden department at our county fair. Every year they would sit in the department on entry day, organize the entered produce neatly, answer questions, and file paperwork. The next day they would work with the judges, filling out more paperwork for awards, and tying ribbons to the winners. The day after, the fair would open, and my grandparents would stay in their department, keeping the area clean, answering visitor’s questions, and throwing away any produce that rots. Then the fair would close, and they’d still be in the F&G department, doing the final clean up, returning any produce that survived fair week, and correcting any paperwork errors. My father grew up in that life, and when he got married, my mother began helping her in-laws run that department. Both grandparents have since died, but my mother has continued to run the F&G department with my uncle, and my sister has stepped up to continue the legacy. I join them at the fair after the school day ends, helping them through the entry day rush. It makes for a very long day, but I do enjoy it. It helps me feel close to my grandmother, who died when I was eight, and it gives me a connection to my grandfather, who’s Alzheimer’s kept me from ever getting to know him.
I also have a wedding in September. Not my wedding, but my friend asked me to be her bridesmaid. That means I have to be there for dress fittings, cake tastings, bridal shower planning, bachelorette party planning, and wedding planning and decorating. Plus I have to make sure my bridesmaid dress fits. Weddings are hard and stressful, but I’m truly happy to make the sacrifice to help my friend have that “perfect” day.
Then, of course, there’s my book. Forged has been sent out to two agents, and I’m expecting their rejections during the beginning of September. If they give me suggestions on my pitch, synopsis, or story itself, I’m going to want to utilize those suggestions and make Forged better for the next round of agent rejections. This book is my life, and I will make time to devote to it.
All this to say, my blog will more than likely consist of pre-written short stories for the coming month. I hope you will continue to follow me during this hiatus, and that you will enjoy the stories I post. If you actually like the unfocused rants I usually post, they will probably return sometime in November. Just in time for Thanksgiving.
See you then!