Thursday, November 7, 2013

Writing and Motherhood



Okay, who in there right mind thought that I could write a book and have a three year old at the same time??? Oh right, I did. I work full time, come home to my son and try to scrape in a bit of time here and there to keep writing. He isn't very cooperative.

Actually, that's a bit of an understatement. But he's very ingenious about keeping me from writing. As soon as the laptop cracks open and I make an attempt to put my various ideas in writing before I completely forget them - he's on a mission. The objective - to keep me from being able to type a single word. I've never seen a child plot guerrilla warfare against a laptop, but he's becoming quite the little soldier. He would make any three-star general proud.

It starts with his needing something to drink, then something to snack on. This then escalates to his needing a different cartoon put in the DVD player every five minutes. If this doesn't work and I again try to even look in the direction of my laptop he demands that I sit on the floor with him and play with his most coveted toys. The ones no one is EVER allowed to play with; not unless you want an hysterical three year old flailing his arms and legs, screaming at the top of his lungs, "NO! NO! NO!" and lunging at you to retrieve the said toy. It's not pretty, and I've acquired more than a few bruises from my little pint sized ninja. I think I'd rather wrestle the tiger.

Next tactic in his war of jealousy against my laptop - negotiation. He offers to watch one of mommy's shows with her. He normally throws full on tantrums if I demand to watch even one of my shows. And finally, if none of the above work, he climbs up behind me, wraps his arms around my neck, his legs around my waist (I sit on the couch with my laptop) and yanks me back onto the couch giggling and squealing until, exhausted, I give in.

So how am I able to write this blog you ask? Have I locked him in the closet? Duck tapped him to the wall? Slipped something into his lunch? Please, how could you think I would do such a thing to my loving, sweet, adorable little boy? No, he's perfectly fine and happy - playing at grandma's. Ah, the peace...

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