Everything is Relative.
The dogs and I took three days off from our daily walks because it was soooo cold. Single digit cold. With negative temps when you factored in windchills. Today was almost balmy...we got into the twenties!! The dogs and I took two long walks. What? You’re saying. Temps in the twenties are balmy?? Hey, everything is relative.
Last week, we took less walks than normal, not because of frigid temperatures, but because our two out-of-town kids came home along with their significant others. The house was overflowing and much louder than it generally is, and it was fun... But as much as I love the kids, I was ready for some quiet when they left. Now, I know that when the kids were younger I wouldn’t have thought anything of all the chaos last week. Back then, we had all four kids still at home...college was just some far off idea. Not only our kids, we had their friends and the dogs...and fish and hamsters, a couple cats... Our house wasn’t just full, it was overflowing. A quiet day was one in which there was only an even dozen people in and out of the house. These days, quiet is mainly just me all day while the dh is working and kids are in school. My concept of quiet has changed...everything is relative.
These days, I tend to write more chaos than live it. My newest trilogy for Harlequin American Romance (Once Upon a Thanksgiving, a Christmas, a Valentine's) features three single moms who missed the first PTA meeting of the year and got “volunteered” for the Social Planning Committee. They all are balancing jobs, kids, the committee, and while they’re at it, they form a tight friendship, and fall in love.
Chaos. friends, family and love...I love to write about it all. For so many years, I lived it all. I was that PTA mom. These days, I’m less PTA and more RWA, but both offer a kinship of women. And no matter how big my kids get, they’ll always be imps, like the kids in my stories. They’re still the kids who rode bikes in to parked cars (and needed to go to the emergency room), or made a contest of throwing mudballs at the house (what were they thinking?) or even had their own bathrobe ties turned into ropes for rappelling off the garage roof... At the time I thought the only thing they were giving me were grey hairs, but in the end, what they gave me is a college-worthy education on what kids are really like that has prepared me for writing books. Hey, everything being relative, it was the best training ground ever! It's like a graduated from university with a master's degree in kids! LOL
So, let’s talk relatives...do you have any kid stories to share?? My most "active" kid was at the emergency room so often I worried they were going to send children's services after me!