and so on...

today was indeed an interesting day. rockstar hubby went from nightshift at fire hall to tree job in town. i dropped gaffer off at mary poppins (sitter) and went to favourite bookstore to write.
i have been working on second book and it's going rather well. i have a lot of short stories/chapters and i need to add more, edit more and then figure out how it will all go together. maybe print them all off and try paste? i expect it will be an emotional ride as some of it is extremely personal and i need to transport myself back to some of those 'feelings' and actions and that i have regretted, yet forgiven myself for. but it'll be strange because i need to 'feel' those emotions again in order to give a realistic portrayal. ah, the artist certainly does suffer. i'll need to pray for protection as i write.

at noon went to library, then sally anne where i spent ten dollars on prezzies for new goddaughter, e.g. i adore this little monkey and if i could eat her up, i would. am wondering what it will be like to have a daughter of my own one day. as doc said, my eggs have an expiration date. why do i feel like a hunk of hamburger?

then met rockstar hubby for an impromptu meal for 45 minutes at east sides where i ate salad with too much dressing. we had a quick walk and off he went, back to work. i'll be seeing him possibly tomorrow evening. maybe.

when i picked up gaffer, i was met by a child who looked like mine but was wearing completely different clothes. upon questioning i discovered that he had pooped the bed. my child does not poop the bed. he's only had one accident and that was when he had the flu (if i had the flu that ferociously, i would have pooped my bed too). but apparently he was quiet at naptime and then screamed bloody murder and the poop was everywhere. in his hair, on his face, all over the sheets, all over his clothes. and he had removed his underwear with the poop in them and placed them neatly on the bedside table. mary poppins' son will never know about it as she is keeping it secret that gaffer slept in his bed. after much more questioning, i believe gaffer did not understand that he could get out of 'her' bed to go to the bathroom as he was 'trying to hold it in'. poor kid. however when we got home, nana and papa came by to take him out for ice cream so my child is now in bed, very late and full of ice cream and fruit which he consumed at dinner. i am a terrible, terrible mother. ah well. if he pukes it up the neurotic dog will enjoy dessert (EWWWWWW!!!!)

am perusing more agents now and have decided to make a comprehensive list which i can hold in my hands. i have decided also to stay away from agents that are looking for middle-aged books as well as erotica, dark edgy fiction and paranormal romances involving vampires. i do not want to associate my lovely book with people like them. humph. humph.

incidentally i have used the 'drysol' for two days now and have slept uncomfortably with saran wrap in my armpits. as i shopped at sally anne, i noticed it was incredibly warm in there and was sweating down my back, my front etc. when i tried on a shirt i noticed that i was sweaty. but my armpits were ... bone....dry. weird.