This time with copy edits. I’m working on IN HIS BED my novella in the ITALIAN STALLIONS antho (I’m still not used to that title). I had every intention of having them back to my editor by now, even with the heavy inserts, but it is not to be. I’ll overnight them tomorrow. There has been too much going on here at home. My oldest son is sick and has decided he needs to be over here infecting us. Oh, and I have to make him soup and grilled-cheese on demand. My youngest son woke up really ill this morning and wants to lay all over me like he was a two-year old again, and my youngest daughter and her fiancÃ© have been spending way too much time over here just because they feel like it. Okay, that isn’t altogether true. They have been working on their wedding plans, but they eat everything, and don’t clean up very well after themselves.
But the bottom line is: No one seems to get the fact I need to WORK! Even my damn cat won’t leave me alone!! Frankly I’m confused by this. This has never, ever been an issue between me and my kids. I think they’re all regressing right now. Thank god the hubster still gets it. So, as I type this, my youngest son is coughing and moaning as if he had open heart surgery without the good drugs. Sigh. He wants NyQuil. I’m going to give him a double dose so I can get some peace and quiet.
What do you do when the family just wants you, and you have a gazillion other things to do, like your job?
Stir Krazy, K* would like to know…