I don’t trust writers who say writing is easy, that they have stories rolling around their head just clamoring to get out. It’s very suspect. Every story I’ve ever written has had to be pried out of my head like a dentist with blunt tools trying to extract an abscessed tooth.
Throw a rambunctious three-year-old in the mix who is busier than a squirrel on crack, and you’re looking at an over-stressed momma who goes to great lengths to get her stories on paper.
Like, right now? I’m letting her cover my arm in Washi tape (They’re bandaids mom, and you’re very sick and I’m not a doctor so you’re probably going to die and then my eyes will be sad and hey can I have a banana?). I’ve let her color my entire leg green with permanent marker. I’ve let her bury herself in the dirty laundry. Play with play-dough on the carpet. Cut her dolls hair. Play in the car (not running, in the locked garage, without the keys) naked.
One day a miracle happened. She decided to play quietly, entertaining herself on the couch in my office. I heard her softly talking to our terrier Winston (who is her very best friend and most loyal playmate) and thought, Well, isn’t that nice? and tap, tap, tapped away at my keyboard.
But then I got a chill up my spine. The mom-chill. That little internal alarm that goes off when things are about to go nuclear meltdown. That tiny voice that says, It’s time to get into MomGyver mode.
I spun around on my chair just in time to hear her say “Tinker Bell wants to explore the cave,” and see Tinker Bell’s tiny plastic foot poised to enter Winston’s puckered derriere.
Thankfully the fairy probing of the family canine was stopped (like MacGyver, without a second to spare), and was followed with a very long talk about not putting things in any of Winston’s holes. After that talk I shut down the computer for the day because if fairy spelunking in mammal caves isn’t a cry for attention, I don’t know what is.
TRUE STORY: Being a Work-at-Home momma with a three-year old has its WTF moments, but it is definitely not boring.
p.s. Tell me some of your 3 year old kid antics in the comments. I could really use some parenting solidarity. ❤