Cruel, Cruel Summer

Serious writers will tell you completing a book is no easy feat. My closet is home to many short stories that may someday make a book of their own. These projects have taken a back seat lately to one large composition.

Juggling a book with being a Mommy, keeping a happy (& clean) home, not neglecting my other jobs, and maintaining a blog has become overwhelming. Somehow, I manage. A recent addition of family dynamics has made this all the more cumbersome.

My family has always been an interesting bunch. When I say this, I don’t mean the small family that consists of me, my son, and his father. We’re of a simple sort. I mean the family I knew years before my son was born. It’s a complicated story that would take more than a day or a few paragraphs to explain. I’ll give you a short detail of that novel in itself.

Sisters are said to have an inexplicable bond. That definitely rings true for my sister and I. There is just one small piece of the puzzle missing. She and I have been separated since she was about three years old. We live several states apart and rarely get a chance to see each other. Up until recently, we even went a painful block of time where we didn’t talk for almost a year. This wasn’t intentional. It was merely life’s trials separating us in yet another way.

Recently, we rebuilt this bridge of contact. We’ve had deeper conversations than ever before. It’s been tough on both of us, but necessary. I find myself having powerful nightmares possibly caused from this stirring of emotions. Considering how much we’re alike, I’m sure she is going through the same exact strange incidents. SpagettiHead

So where has this all left my writing? Well, contrary to what some would believe, it has helped it. I’ve stated somewhere here on CardCastles before that I work best when full of emotion. Other tasks have fallen sadly behind, though. I find the laundry piling up. My son’s room looks like a tornado of epic proportions has ripped through it. I’ve skipped cooking dinner some nights. These are just a few in a sea of many.

I guess the moral to this story is the balance of family and work is a trying scale to operate. Sometimes the weight of both could be unbearable. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a mother these past three years, it’s that parents are spectacular jugglers. Moms are no exception. We are the grand finale-at the-circus-kind of jugglers.

I’ll be much happier and less complainy (yes, complainy – just go with it) when fall rolls around. Summer has been a fun learning journey, but I’m so ready for it to be over. Managing all these tasks and trying to finish a book has been cruel. This heat has been equally cruel. In memory of all summers cruel – I’d like to share an old favorite of mine from the 80s. (Yes, I’m totally dating myself here.) Sing with me. By all means, do a cheesy 80s dance. It relieves stress. Trust me.

12 thoughts on “Cruel, Cruel Summer

  1. Awww – Bananarama, what a blast from the past!

    I can’t imagine what it would be like being separated from my sister for so long. Have you thought about writing a biography? No one else has to read it, but it’s a great way to put things into perspective.

    The washing and cleaning are always there regardless of how much we try to get on top of it. When my children were younger the pile in the laundry was called ‘Mount Washmore’ 😉

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    1. Mount Washmore! Haha! I love that!

      Someday, in the very distant future – I do actually plan on writing a screenplay that’s based on all of the crazy events that have been my life.
      A book will undoubtedly come first. I think I’ll stick to horror for now, though. Although, my truth is sometimes even creepier!
      Who knows, maybe I’ll ask you to co-author with me. 😉


  2. Love me some Bananarama! I always knew you had great taste. As for summer and ALL the busyness that accompanies it, I’m ready for Fall to start soon.
    Moms need downtime, too. Even so, keep writing and creating. Your laundry can wait till tomorrow!

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