Today is the day for the little monsters to tell me how wonderful I am. Instead of telling me this with money or a real day off, they tell me this will pancakes. I’ll admit they are my all time favorite pancakes, and I put in a request for these pancakes early in the week. My question this week: Why is it that when monsters care enough to send the very best, they send brunch? Well, I like pancakes and the monsters are in good standing.
I hope all the little monsters in the world were good to their moms today. Did you know that Mother’s Day in Syria is in March? I digress. My mom got zilch, because I am the bad daughter. Between roof rats (see Dear Lewis, “Critters, Vermin, and Other Scary Things”) and ear tubes I am drained. I feel like the marrow has been sucked from my bones. Periodically, I make it to work, and even less periodically I see “What’s-his-name.” So, because today is my day (technically, I have two monsters, so I should get two of these days) here is my rant:
- Sweet dreams are made of these. Sleep: I need it desperately. I swear I am starting to look forward to a business trip this week, because it may be the first time in three and a half years that I get a full night sleep (this means more than 5 continuous hours of rest)
- New Kid on the writer’s block. Blank pages: Not for lack of ideas, but for lack of time to create them. I will try one hour before work and one hour at lunch to catch up.
- You raise me up. $5 Away for my Relay for Life Goal. $5 measly dollars. People, help me out! We’re fighting cancer here. Surprisingly, RLF fundraising is my only rant about work. But check in with me again in fall and see what I have to say before the big cytopathology conference.
- Where have all the screaming cowboys gone? I miss the Primal Scream from college. Did anyone else do this during finals? My neighborhood association may take issue with me standing on the corner at midnight shouting obscenities and screaming like a banshee.
Okay, if you know me, then you know that I have grown tired of my pity party. I will inject some positive parting words.
- I had a huge epiphany about why a certain character tries to kill a certain other character in my current work in progress (WIP for those in the know). Sometimes creating bad people can be fun and happy.
- Littler monster is getting tubes put in her ears in the morning. Hopefully, this is her last ear infection. After 8 ear infections who's counting!
- Bigger monster hugged and told me “Thank you Mother’s Day.” Should’ve been “Happy…” but do two years olds make Freudian slips? You’re welcome.
- Pancakes. Outside of the life altering French toast at Chez le Chef in New York City (on Lexington), the pancakes at Thumbs Up Diner in Atlanta (on Edgewood) can make any mother of monsters happy.
- Good writing news from my friend Elaine Sims. Her first book “Unearthing Passions” is out and it has a great cover.
See, no more ranting. I am I’m happy again. I hope you are, too. And I would like to say thank you to my mom. She is responsible for everything good that I have accomplished. She is also responsible for giving me a complex about the good things I have accomplished that she didn't approve of. She is reading this right now and chastising me, but "Hey, mom, I love you. Spa Sydell when you get back in town, okay?" Okay!