Today is my deadline for the new relic hunter story. I've spent the past few days writing 15 hours a day, sleeping in my clothes so I could jump up and start writing first thing in the morning, or not even bothering to dress and wearing pj's all day. I thought I was finished earlier, but my CP found all kinds of problems that needed to be fixed. I've been stressed, the house is a mess, laundry piled up, but Sunday, I put it all aside and spent Mother's Day with my family; Austin and the kids, my mom and dad, brother, sister-in-law, and nephew. It was such a joy to just not worry about the manuscript. We ate and talked and played bean bag toss, which was so much fun. I don't know when we've laughed so much. It reminded me how important my family is.
The dogs had a blast too. All together, they numbered almost as many as us. We have our two boxers, Lily and Luna, Lucy the Yorkie, Jake the German shepherd, and Grizzly the golden lab. They chased balls and wrestled, having a great time.
But there was a more somber reminder to cherish your family while you still can. My mom is the most amazing woman on earth. I don't say that lightly. When she gets to Heaven she could sit at a table with Mother Teresa. Mom is the most caring, considerate, unselfish person I know. She's always thinking about other people. ALWAYS puts them first. She doesn't suffer from jealousy or envy or any of the other shortcomings that humans struggle with. But mom is getting older. Well, we all are, but after so many years of her being a powerhouse--there was nothing she couldn't tackle--her age is starting to show. She can't hear as well as she did. We sometimes have to repeat things. She doesn't have the balance she used to but she won't slow down. She fell several weeks ago and now her leg and hip are bothering her. We think she damaged her sciatic nerve when she fell. Then, she fell again Sunday morning, on Mother's Day of all days. The phone rang and woke her up. She rolled over, didn't realize how close she was to the edge of the bed and she rolled out. That would be really funny in a book, and we did laugh about it, telling her we should have gotten her rail guards for the bed instead of flowers. Thankfully, she wasn't hurt, other than scratching her arm.
But this is life. Aging is a cycle none of us can escape. There isn't enough wrinkle creams, plastic surgery, and artificial hearts to do that. So we do have to appreciate what is really important before it slips through our hands and live life to the the fullest.
On a final note, Liz mentioned bucket lists yesterday. I don't really have one, but I should. One thing that will be on there somewhere is "Don't turn in a manuscript on the last day." And another will be "Don't turn it in to your CP until you've done more editing yourself. EVEN if it means turning it in late!" We're all ready to kill each other. She's frustrated with my characters, and probably me. I'm frustrated with her....Hopefully the editor will be happy! So now I'm off to turn in this darned manuscript.