Thursday, September 13, 2012

When I say there's an art to mothering during revisions, the art I'm talking about is the equivalent of those modern art statues you see which resemble tangled coat hangers, or giant erasers, or someone's pile of  recyclable milk cartons. You know the ones I'm talking about--the ones you see and think, "That's art?"

That's pretty much how my mothering has gone for the last few months while I finished writing Slayers Two and did revisions for Echo of Time. (Erasing Time's sequel.)  I've stayed up until four in the morning on more than one occasion, and Techno Bob has had to get our youngest daughter off to school.  There's only one problem with this system. Techno Bob is an engineer, which means he was born without the gene for fashion. I'm never sure what youngest daughter will be wearing when her father gets her ready. You can imagine how thrilled I was when I picked her up the other day and saw this ensemble. And her hair hadn't been touched with a brush either.
Yeah, this is pretty much why children need mothers.  After our first child was about two years old, I took my husband aside and lovingly told him, "If I should die, I want you to remarry. And let her dress the children." This advice still stands.

Next blog: How the children have entertained themselves.


gaylene said...

This is so great. Thanks for the laugh! This is one of the reason's I've had to put my writing on hold for a year -- I couldn't seem to be a good mom and a good YW president and a good writer all at the same time. But I'm glad your system works because I love your stories. The world would be a bleaker place without them :)

Anonymous said...

Hahaha thanks for making me laugh this morning. In the picture your cute daughter's hair doesn't look too bad. The outfit is classic dad though. Oh dads, gotta love em.

Sara B. Larson said...

Haha, love it. And it's so true. It's a miracle men can dress themselves, let alone our kids. ;)

Christy said...

LOL! But notice that your darling still has a smile on her face. I tell my husband that I could either clean the house all day, or I could write a book, and then clean the house when I'm done.

CJ Hill said...

Gaylene--you'll be getting some great material for your writing once you start again.

Kathryn--Thankfully, my husband can work the computer, because I'm not keeping him around for his fashion sense.


Christy--I take writing over cleaning any day, which explains why my house looks the way that it does.

Beedubbs said...

I know how you feel.

My mom has a kidney infection and is always in bed or at the hospital. At the start of her sickness, my sisters and I were still very young, used to relying on my mother for clothes and hair business. When She couldn't do that, my dad took over.

Huge mistake.

Let's just say that my sisters and I learned fairly quickly how to dress and do our hair. I've been doing all that stuff since I was four.

Never trust Dads with daughter stuff!

You would think that after EIGHT daughters and NO sons that he would get it.

Janette Rallison said...

Beedubs, wow! Eight girls? That sounds like a great premise to either a Jane Austen novel or a Broadway musical. Get right on that!