Having a toddler in preschool means I’m constantly sick. Whatever the ‘flavor of the month’ is, I get it. Most recently, it’s a full tri fecta. A mixture of sinus infection, ear infection, and pink eye.
This unpleasant combination means I don’t get to write much. Nor blog.
Nor attend my critique group meetings. Which really kills me. I love those meetings. Almost as much as I love writing. It’s one of the few adult times, just to myself, to focus on my writing and be around people who love writing, too.
But instead, I’m focusing on wiping snot bubbles from my son’s face, force-feeding medication (which involves a minimum of two adults to keep him still, infinite patience, and half a roll of paper towels), changing my goop-covered clothes every four-to-six hours, and inhaling cough drops.
And because I value the members of my critique group, I’m not attending the latest meeting to prevent spreading the germs. (Your welcome, guys!)
Meanwhile, my manuscript has remained open on my laptop, untouched, staring at me every time I lift the lid. Beckoning, whispering “only 2 chapters left.”
TWO CHAPTERS LEFT, people!!
Between my husband, myself, and our son, on average someone has been sick in our house every week the last four months. Before that, it was about one week per month. I should have bought stock in the manufacturers of tissues, cough drops, paper towels, and children’s antibiotics. With as much money as we’ve spent purchasing the products, we may have made our money back. Until we purchase the decontamination bomb to sanitize our house every week.
Hopefully, when I get 1 semi-healthy day to myself, I can finish this manuscript. It will still be the fastest I’ve completed the rough draft of any story in my life: just over 4 months. And I’ve had at least a total of a month delay due to sickness.
Now, back to snot-swiping duty. *popping another cough drop*