Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The symphony of not napping

I love writing in my blog to the sounds of little girls refusing to nap. It's a pleasure and a treat.

We've been running errands all day on our "car" day. Once a week, I take the car while Steve is at work and get a bunch of stuff done. And it's funny. Little girls love to go to the post office. Who knew?

Earlier this winter, I wrote a long short story to entertain myself and, in an action much like playing the lottery, I entered it in a contest. The grand prize is a writing workshop this summer in Russia. I entered this particular contest because I don't really want to go to Russia, so I figured it was my best chance to win.

If you don't understand that, you've never lived in my head. But trust me, it's my best chance.

The story is about a woman surprised to find herself in Protestant heaven. It's way more autobiographical than I would have liked, but as everybody knows, my life is infinitely interesting... Well, it is to me anyway. Actually, that's not really true either.

I can't take it anymore. I have to rescue my not-napping girls.

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