Last week, my friend Stacey gave me the kick in the butt I needed to start writing again. She reminded me how important it was to practice what we preach as teachers of writing. I hung up the phone, full of resolve, and inspired to get back on the bandwagon with my writing.
Then a day passed… then two.. and now it’s a week later.
Oh, I’ve written. I’ve written lesson plans, and emails, and even several other blog posts.
But I have not written any stories, as I promised Stacey and myself I would.
And of course, today of all days, my four year old son and I both came down with fevers. It’s been a long and miserable day. The weather has taken a turn that matches how we’re feeling–it’s raining and all our beautiful snow is melting.
At one point in the middle of the day, my son and I lay in bed, completely exhausted from lack of sleep and both of us burning up. Jackson was crying. Our dog Indie started to howl along with him. It was everything I could do to drag myself out of bed to get a cold washcloth for Jackson. After a few minutes, Jackson’s discomfort seemed to pass and everything calmed down. I read him Those Darn Squirrels for the tenth time today and things got a little better after that.
That’s my story for day. It’s about all I can muster, but I managed to keep my promise!