Many things happened this summer. Some good. Some not so good. Many of both were chaotic! Sorry for leaving you stranded, Interwebs. I'm back in the real world now and I'll be dropping by on the regular.
Without making this post my longest in blog-history (and if you've been around before you know I can fill up a page like nobody's business), I'll highlight the important Sessoms' Summer Happenings:
1. My writing fell apart. There was much anxiety and stress about desperately wanting out of our tiny townhouse, and some ugly financial matters. My creativity just ran away, y'all. I thought it was hanging out under the couch in our living room/bedroom (the townhouse was itsy-bitsy), but when things calmed I realized I'd been completely abandoned by the ever elusive muse.
2. We moved. WooHoo! This was the most fantastic happening. For reals.
3. My Mom Wagon started to fall apart. Almost literally; electronic window buttons popped off the door, the locks started locking themselves 32 seconds after I'd unlock it and climb in - even if the keys were in the ignition... any guess why this would be a problem? yep, my car locked me out all on its own... the AC stopped working. Oh, and my horn sounds like a biblical plague of locusts flew through the grill and nested in there.
4. After moving we realized Babygirl was no longer in the same school district. Littleman's middle school district hadn't changed, but this was her fifth grade year - the last of her elementary school days. She was devastated. There was much pre-teen angst in our house for the better half of the summer while we waited to hear if she would be allowed to transfer back to spend the last year with her friends.
5. Not only did everyone have their own bedrooms, with door knobs (read living room/bedroom situation above), but there was an extra room* for me to turn into an office. Sorry, Future Company, you'll have to check into a HoJo down the road. I spent almost three weeks going through all the writing stuff I'd saved over the years, and crap that had collected around my cluttered writing corner in the townhouse.
*lest anyone think I'm super selfish, there is an extra living area in the finished basement that is now the kids play room, which is outside of their already spacious rooms. And all Mr. Sessoms wanted was a living room separate from our bedroom that he could put a recliner in and watch football. It seems moving into a larger space made him a Man's Man.
6. Babygirl was granted permission to return to her home school for fifth grade! I don't know which of us was more ecstatic.
7. After much non-writing induced moping about in my new office, I pulled my ish together and started writing again.
8. I took the Mom Wagon to get inspected (croaking horn, broken AC and window buttons, and all). It passed inspection. Woot! Then, as the mechanic went to back it out of the bay, it wouldn't fire. The motor cranks and cranks and cranks, but there is no GetUpHorsey igniting in the cylinders. Went in for an inspection and left without a car. Fun times, I tell you. (it's being repaired as I post this)
9. I discovered Florida Georgia Line's whole CD and fell madly, deeply, lustfully in ear-worm love. There is not one song on that CD that doesn't hold a special spot in my heart and writer-soul. It's all small towns, summers, sunsets, party crushes, and possibilities. Every thing I write about. If anyone would like to take me to one of their concerts, or arrange a meet and greet between THubb and I, I'm game. And I'd totally bake you cookies.
10. And at the end of an exhausting summer, I'm happy to say, "I'm writing". That felt so good to type. Here, let's do it again... I am writing.
And although I love my office, sometimes I still have to kick it old school and write like a mom whose kids are dying to go play tennis:
Guess my attempt to keep it short failed. Can't win 'em all, y'all.
Here's to your summer being less obstacle filled than ours!