Today would have been Carlie's sixth day of school. Would have been. Had she not stayed home -- sick -- with a sore throat, stuffy nose and general malaise.
And while I try to be a kind and sympathetic mother, my brain is screaming Seriously? Already? You've got to be kidding me.
If there's one thing that makes me more mental than the tail-end of summer vacation, where it's all I can do to calm myself by rocking in the corner and chanting "it's almost time for back-to-school", it's sick days. I don't do well with (a) germs (b) house arrest (c) bored kids or (d) neediness. And, honestly, besides a newborn blind kitten who needs to be fed with an eyedropper, what is needier than an elementary-school child who is home from school because they're sick?
In unrelated news. I wrote a query letter to a magazine last night. After googling "how to publish an article in a magazine" and studying the article on "how to write a query letter," I did it. And I hit send. I have a great idea for a fun article for a local parenting magazine.
So it's been 24 hours and no response. Assholes.
PS: Since I may or may not have referenced this blog as a sample of my writing, in retrospect I probably should not be calling the unresponsive magazine editor an asshole. I mean, I was referring to google. Google is the asshole in this scenario as the advice on how to write a query letter was obviously flawed. Either that or the fact that I may or may not have overlooked the fact that this was a Christian family magazine and my article involves various cocktail recipes for parents while participating in various family activities.
So basically, just forget the whole magazine article thing. Never mind.