Friday, September 23, 2011
B is for Brownies, Broken Basket, and Bawling Babies
No! Brownies Bad. At least they were for me yesterday when I found my three children grinding them into my brand new Costco NovaForm Bed I had hidden in my walk-in closet to deliberately keep away from them! (It had to expand or whatever). I was so mad I think I scared the neighbors with my shreik, "Noooooooo!" It was just the last straw. After a day full of bawling children, laundry, work, and yes...a friggin' broken basket on my beautiful new bike, I was done!
I left the house. I told Mr. Humphries that I would no longer be available for remainder of the evening (maybe in not such polite terms) and went to my writing spot. I lost myself in my manuscript. In my story. In my fake world, that doesn't always seem so fake. My protag almost dying was way more bearable than the state of my household. And you know what? It was awesome. And when I came home a few hours later, I was over it. And I read my kiddos a bedtime story about a dog who wants to be a reindeer. They were over it too.
Is writing your medication, your refuge, your solace, like mine? Do you need a brownie (to eat...not to grind into expensive furniture)?