Clean pants and write!

Today is Wednesday. It will be a good Wednesday.

Tuesday was extraordinarily productive for me.

No laundry got done and no bathrooms were scrubbed. The floors did get swept (but not mopped) and the dishes were washed but that's only because I have a morbid dread of bugs deciding to move in.

I forgot to water everything. Sorry, peppers.

I did remember to put the children on their respective buses (with lunches, even) and get them off of the buses later. (I set a timer on my cell phone.)

6300 words.

After Mr. Autism came home from school, I worked on reformatting it into proper manuscript form (whatever that is- I finally picked one and committed).

I keep sharpening and rehoning the outline for the last little bit of the book. I am happy.

The beloved geek and I were talking about how close I am to the finish line. Mr. Smarty Pants wanted to read some of Mommy's book. Last time that didn't go so well. He's older now, though, and well, he is kinda my target reader.

I printed out Chapter One, binder-clipped it, and gave it to him.

His first question: Is it real? Does it mean that in Latin?

His second question: Can you print Chapter Two?

Score one for Mommy.

I am jazzed. Today is a writing day. The only other thing I have to do is one load of laundry, because otherwise no one will have pants. It's fine for me to stay in jammy bottoms all day, but My Beloved Geek's employer would frown on it, Mr. Smarty Pants' teacher would call me, and Mr. Autism's teacher... well, actually she wouldn't call me. It's happened before. Mr. Autism likes comfy pants.

So I have two things to do today: clean pants and write. And I can always clean pants later when they are home from school.

If I get any happier with my life I may split into three people just to contain it.