A Humorous Discovery

I've totally ditched conveniently forgotten my volunteering commitment at school this week; today is the last day of the school year and peeps, I have more than put in my time.

And I've been working frantically here at home, trying to get organized and prepared for my gig as a summertime at-home mom. While I realize the glory of summer is the lack of routine, a little routine keeps this mama sane.

One thing I decided to do was to go through our unfinished basement-playroom and get rid of the junk sort out the toys that the kids don't play with any more. And, because I am trying to preserve my sanity this summer an awesome mom, I gave up my writing desk for the kids to use as an arts and crafts table in the corner.

Before:



Although we have our desktop computer upstairs on a nice enough Target desk and I have my smoking hot red laptop that Knute bought me for my birthday last fall, I still like having a corner in the basement as my writing space. Giving up my table to the kids was kind of a big deal, but I've chalked it up as just another sacrifice in the glory that is Motherhood.

But I've improvised, see?

After:



I'm digging the lean look of my tray table workstation; if I squint, it almost looks IKEAish.

Almost.

The stack of files on the left are filled with character notes, story summaries, and pages of novels I started and haven't finished...yet. I haven't had a chance to go through them and compile a stack of stuff worth keeping but I did happen to find three columns I wrote in 2003.

Three funny columns.

I had this idea then, six years back (a year before I bought this domain), to pitch myself to the local paper as a lifestyle columnist looking at life through the mommy lens. The columns are all dated January, so I imagine they were the direct result of one of my infamous New Year's Resolutions to Take My Writing Seriously.

I never did send them off; I was pregnant with Huck when I wrote them and by the time he arrived in late May, I was busy juggling a hungry baby and a twenty-one month old Becky. Writing, as it has so often in my life, got pushed aside and packed away for mythical day in the future, When I Have Time for Myself.

It was a pleasure, finding those long ago written columns in my personal slush pile. And it made me think about how different my writing has been here in my blog, how I worry about web footprints and nasty comments and people taking things waaaay out of context.

Well, I'm putting all that aside; I'm going to publish those columns over the next three days, and then?

I might just keep my funnypants on for good.

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P.S. The kids broke in their new painting table yesterday -->



I think they like it.