Yesterday morning at 5 am, I jumped out of bed, showered, wrote a quick post while drinking my morning cup of coffee and made pasta so that I can make lunch for The Husband and myself.
This morning? Completely different story. The alarm went off at 5 am and instead of waking up, I walked into the bathroom (because that's where I keep my alarm clock) and hit snooze. I snoozed for about an hour. And I would have loved nothing more than to keep right on snoozing.
But I had to wake up and get ready for work. Get The Boy ready for school. Make the beds and clean up a bit so that when my mother comes over later she doesn't yell at me for leaving the apartment in a complete disaray. Yes, at 36 years old I still live in fear of having my mother yell at me.
Last night I started a blog post about the importance of family in our lives. But then I looked at my syllabus for the semester and realized, I am way behind on my work. I have at least 2 short stories to write - one for each class. I'm taking American Gothic Literature and a Fiction Writing workshop. A ton of reading to
I've been struggling a lot with school lately. More so than usual. It's not easy, working full time, being a mom and a graduate student. I'm tired of doing it. There are nights when I sit in class, listening to the kids talk about how busy they are, I just want to laugh. So many of them work part-time, are single and without kids. They don't have a clue. And there are nights when I sit in class, thinking about The Boy and everything going on in our lives that talking about the symbolism in Poe's The Black Cat seems pointless. I'm a different kind of student. Don't get me wrong, I care and I want to do well. I'm just in a different place.
So last night, I really started thinking about fiction writing and I began working on my short stories. This is what a got so far ~
Gothic: The black water of the Bronx River...
Fiction: On the nights that I woke up screaming...
I actually wrote more than this but I obviously I can't post it all here. And this morning instead of sleeping on the downtown D, I wrote. And one short story for my fiction workshop is almost complete. And I have an idea of how to approach my presentation.
So instead of writing something sappy and meaningful about how much the help of my family means to me, you get this.
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AutismWonderland - written by Lisa Quinones-Fontanez - is a personal blog chronicling a NYC family's journey with autism, while also sharing local resources for children/families with special needs.