Luckily, we were outside by ourselves where no one could witness my failure. I leave feeling like I need a stiff drink and that I should be doused in hand sanitizer. The kids love me by the way, they have mistaken "nice" for "beaten".
Enough about the stuff that prevents me from doing my thing, I did manage to research publishing companies. In the process of putting together query letters and bio's I realize I have no pictures of myself. None. None without the kids or making a goofy face or gang/peace signs. (The only gang I've ever belonged to was in 7th grade and my best friend, Janice and I were going to be the "new" Pink Ladies...we had no hand signs or cool jacket, nor did the gang ever fully come together as a force to be reckoned with. We did, however, have a tree we sat in planning it all.)
Needing a picture, I employed my 21 year old son, who resides in my basement (don't judge), with the task. Disgruntled photographers do not take good pictures. I also decided I was done with eating. My 14 year old daughter was the next hire. She is good. I may give her her phone back. During our "photo shoot", as I was sitting there trying to look professional, when my 7 year old yells for help...from the bathroom.
This picture really frustrated my daughter because I moved.
I am now out of time to blog as I gotta pick kids up from school. I will leave you with this, I finished the dandelion, the bio, the query and one good picture. This week is about "Just keep trying".
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