I have not been diligent, I confess. I thought that I could walk into school like a boss and Hermoine my way through the quarter effortlessly. This attitude brought me my downfall in spades. With my wounded pride I had to cancel every social event I had, shoulder more responsibility than I thought possible, and finally pull myself out of a grade tailspin.
Somehow along the way I’d forgotten that the majority of my early school career was spent being taken care of by my parents. I didn’t have to cook, didn’t have to do my own laundry, or even worry about anything further than Friday night.
Then, to add insult to injury, my washing machine flooded like mad, ruining the floor that my husband only installed two years ago. This led to much time spent with flood mitigation, getting estimates and dealing with repair people to prove my innocence.
Nevermind the fact that it’s Nanowrimo and I’m trying like mad to keep my word count up.
Ever since school started, it’s been one challenge after another, and November seemed to throw everything in a pressure cooker to add to the difficulty. I’m surviving all of this, I’m not doing too bad in all honesty, but it’s made blogging a bit of a challenge because I don’t want to whine on every post about my first world problems. I tentatively believe that the worst is over for now, so I can give a summary and then move on from this topic.
The upside has been that I have kept up my Nanowrimo word count thanks to my kind and supportive husband. My sequel is shaping up. I’ve still got a lot of work to go but November is definitely shaping up for a hefty chunk of the first draft.
My son is doing well in school this year, which I’m excited about, and my husband is doing well at work. If we can keep all of this up in the face of adversity, it will be awesome to see what we can manage when we’re not pelted with challenges.