That's Life

(Didn't Ray Charles sing that song?)

Ever have that “I can’t” sleep problem? I’m an insomniac. On a good day I can’t sleep easily. Now I’m dealing with all different stressors:

Callye’s Justice debuts on October 9th that’s only 20 days away. Will people hate this book? Will they even buy it? Will it be a smashing success or a huge failure? If it’s as successful as I’m thinking it will be, will I ever be able to write another great book or will the others fall flat in comparison?

On top of that are the usual fears: The dinners. The worries over the kids. Making sure there is enough money for the groceries.

And this week things got worse. My nephew is turning four (I think I mentioned this before) and I want to be there. I was saying if my Final Line Edits (FLEs) were done I’d go. (I got them done YAY so it was almost Memphis here I come) Then my daughter, the sweet beautiful angel I gave birth to almost 16 years ago, talks about going to homecoming. (Something she was never interested in before) I was so excited. The whole mother-daughter thing: shopping for a gown (“Mom I only need a dress!”) Getting the hair and nails done. Fussing over her, snapping tons of pictures, everything part and parcel of the homecoming frenzy. My excitement is quickly slammed into complete, overwhelming “O my lord how am I going to do this” panic. Homecoming isn’t a month or so away—it’s next Saturday. A little over a week away! One week to find that perfect dress. One week to argue over hairstyles. One week to buy shoes. One week…I was supposed to go to Memphis! If I had to choose we all know who would win…my nephew of course. Joking! So I’ve made a rush decision. I’m taking the angel of my life, number one daughter, to shop tonight. Ugh. I hate the middle of the week shopping.

Keep your fingers crossed we find the perfect dress tonight so that I can pack up and head to Memphis for the weekend!

Gotta run.

Huggles!
Donica