Another Monday…still editing. Brent, my five year old is home with me today. Poor guy has a stomach ache. So I’m editing with him laying beside me on the couch, watching Go Diego Go. Nice inspiration for romance, eh?
Last year, I was able to write and do things much faster. Kids were at that stage where they would nap and I could sneak away and do some things while they watch a cartoon. No longer. That stuff doesn’t fly with them anymore and my guilt is too much. So, for anyone wondering why it’s taking me long to finish up work. Well, if you have small kids, you know…
And speaking of kids, so funny. Well now. Brent for some reason he’s really terrified of police officers. On Friday when I went to pick him up from school, I saw two police officers writing a guy a ticket. One was just sitting in the car though. I thought. hmm. We stopped and I had to drag Brent to come with me to go up the police officer. I told the officer that Brent was scared and if it would be okay if I take him to a station one day to have an officer talk to him and stuff. Didn’t really want to bother the officer. He said I didn’t have to do that. He let Brent inside the police van and both officers talked with him and tried to tell him he doesn’t have to be scared. Afterward one of the officer asked: “So, what do you think? Have anything to say?”
Brent: I want to go home and eat pizza, but my mama is forcing me to talk to you.”
*Drops head* I just thanked the officers and we left.