So much going on!

I had this idea that I would be able to just sit down and write my play and have no issues with it.  The words would just come to me and everything would be just dandy!  Uh huh.

I'm finding it's a lot more difficult than I thought right at this moment.  I do have one scene written.  And now it's taking me everything I have to not go back and edit it right now.  If I do it that way, I'll never get the thing written.  And here's all these ideas ramming my brain and I can't get them out.  If it's not one thing it's another. 

First it was our sick cat.  He was at the vet for 3 days and then we decided to put him down.  Then I had to explain what death means to a four year old that's never experienced anything like that before.  I still don't think she gets it.  She knows George is in our freezer and that we're waiting to go bury him once the ground dries up some. 

Then we got a new kitty, about 24 hours after George was put down.  It seemed that he was gone longer though, because he wasn't at home.  And now we're dealing with Felix and our new cat, Mongo, getting to know one another.  It's going okay over all, but I think Felix will be the subordinate one again.  Mongo is very much taking the lead.  We honestly couldn't have found a cat that looks more different than George, either.  The only common thing they have is that they're both tabbies.  George was long, lean, and had a really long tail.  Not to mention that he was orange.  Mongo is short, stocky, and his tail is maybe about six inches long.  He's a brown/black/gray tabby type.  More formally known as an American Bobtail Cat.  He even has the points on his ears like the breed is supposed to have.  Personality wise the two cats are much the same.  Very friendly, very playful, and usually up to some kind of trouble.  So Mongo fits in beautifully with our family.  He even talks!  He doesn't just meow, he does a purring meow thing (chirrup?).  I told Matt this morning that I think Mongo is part raccoon after how much he kept me awake last night talking like that. 

And then there's the sick kid syndrome.  Emily has got some kind of a tummy bug, poor thing.  So I've been regularly having to change out her crib, take her temperature, administer medicine, and try to get her to eat and drink some.  That's besides the baths to get her cleaned up after being sick.  It's all part of the parent thing. 

And if that's not enough to be doing, it was newsletter week at the church.  I wound up having to retype the Pastor's Article again.  While generally not a big deal, this one had me so worked up I had to take many breaks from typing so I could cool off.  I never knew that Earth Day was a pagan celebration of Mother Earth.  For me it's just been about awareness.  Oh, and compact florescent lightbulbs aren't worth it, and do no good, and the US will lose sovereignty if it becomes part of the Kyoto treaty.  Scare-mongering at it's finest.  And people will believe this drivel, even though there are no sources given, just because it comes from a Pastor.  Right.  Pastor's are people too, and given to mistakes and idiocy, just like the general population.  And being a Pastor's article, you would think there would be at least a few Bible verses stuck in there to guide Christians with their thinking.  There was one.  About being given the earth to subdue it.  Genesis something or other.  And that has what to do with his rant?  I'm still trying to figure out that one. 

And all that Earth Day crud was headed by a list of the minor holidays in April.  Of which Administrative Professionals Day is one.  His comment about that?  "Some card company hopes we all observe that one."  Yup.  I'm not worth a thank you card I guess.  Gee, thanks Pastor for really trying to make me feel like I do an important job.  Do you even think about how words will affect others?  Obviously not.   Of course this happens just as I'm starting to feel good about my job again. At least the congregation thanks me for my effort.  If I didn't have that I wouldn't be able to keep going with tit.  I take pride in the work I do.  I make sure it looks the best I can make it. GAH! 

Bitter?  Nah, not any more.  Needing another meeting with Pastor?  Probably.  Will it happen?  Hopefully.  We'll see.  And yes, the writing helped.

So, onto my next week.  It will be a good one.  I will make it be a good one.  I have that power to do that.  Not anyone else.  WRITE ON!  I WILL GET MY PLAY WRITTEN! 
My goal for the week is stated now.  I will accomplish it.