A Day in the Life

I dreamt about my book last night, and woke up in a sweat and panic at 3:30 a.m.

Did I dream that I lost the manuscript? No. Were my binders of planning notes gone? No. Was it eternally unfinished? Quite the opposite.

In my dream, Book One was finished, published and a success (somewhere between the level of Diary of a Wimpy Kid and the Percy Jackson series). I was working on Book Two.

Apparently this is what terrifies my subconscious: success. Do they make a drug for that? I don't have enough free time for therapy.

Yesterday felt very productive. Mr. Smarty Pants has new glasses. His patching regime was mildly effective. His prescription hasn't changed, BUT he can now see 20/20 out of his left eye with glasses, which is a big improvement. We need another round of patching, and Mr. Smarty Pants is not pleased. I am counting on the fact that he will thank me for his binocular vision when he is older. He gets very grumpy.

Mr. Autism was not happy to be at the eye doctor yesterday, and let everyone within earshot know it for about an hour. I used to cringe and get embarrassed or angry with the world. Now, I just apologize if anyone stares or rolls their eyes or makes comments. Life is too short to raise my blood pressure that much. I don't take him places he doesn't want to be where I don't absolutely have to go. It just makes life easier on everyone.

Today I have too many plans and goals and am doomed to failure from the beginning. We are off to our annual vacation in Marco Island next weekend, and I need to have the laundry done so that I may pack. Mother is returning from Marco Island with us, so I need to have the house pretty much immaculate also. Toby the Puppy has to go to the vet for shots so that he can be kenneled while we are away. My in-laws are jaunting off to Norway in the morning so we are going over to say goodbye this evening. The garden needs watering.

More importantly, Mr. Autism no longer has any therapies, so I am working with him daily on his basic skills, which I will blog about later. Mr. Smarty Pants is a trouble maker when he is bored, so I am also working with him this summer, which I will blog about in detail, later.

I am also reviewing my copious notes for the book, nightmare notwithstanding.

I think the words "summer vacation" are a lie.