RL is stressful today

Today I want to write. Something sappy and teary. My fingers are itching. Or maybe something funny. I had an idea I want to try out. And the G/E too.
Alas, I have to prepare Halloween costumes for two kids and two adults (we celebrate a day early), make three giant quiches and stay sane enough not to throttle my restless, noisy kids. In half an hour hubby will bugger off to his Traditional Irish Dance class. Baaah. Speaking of which, did you guys know that Traditional Irish Dance is not like ordinary dance but a bit like the esoteric wisdom of the druids, with great emphasis on Traditional? Teachers are revered gurus...
Anyway, if I can dump my kids in front of the computer to practice chess, maybe I can get a bit of writing done later... *keep your fingers crossed for me, will you guys?*
I just realized, I really hate weekends.

I wrote a leeetle bit

Guess who finally wrote the first 300+ words for the new Let's Talk About Sex-chapter? Yay me!
Too bad I still have to make another quiche. At least the kids are now marched off to their party and hubby and I can relax a little. Um... actually, hubby needs to work an hour or two, but still...