tracycembor

Writer. Adventurer. Currently working on The Dreamless City, a series of steampunk novels and short stories.

Snowpocalpse, Part Two

I was stuck at home today because of some very cold rain, but that’s Atlanta for you. My husband also reported that the guy in front of him at the grocery store bought a twelve pack of beer and a can of pineapple. Bread and milk I can understand, beer is a no-brainer, but I can’t figure out what the pineapple is for.

Supposedly we’re going to get some real-deal snow tomorrow, but I’ll believe it when I see it. Either way, my daughter’s school was closed so I have the dubious pleasure of working from home.

Working from home is not a joy when you have to entertain a three-year-old and you’re pregnant enough to pop at any moment. The combination of Elmo’s World and the Olympics made today rather surreal.

Also, my coworkers don’t quite get it — I don’t want to talk to you on the phone while I’m at home. My daughter thinks that only Grandma and Daddy call me on the phone, so she begs me to put it on speaker phone when anyone calls. She will then talk about how blueberries are delicious and how she is going to a birthday party soon. My coworkers, meanwhile, are hoping that I can solve their (often self-made) problems. I like my job, but I like it more when I am in the office.

For the love of all that is holy, just send me an email. Shoot, send me a Skype. Maybe text me if you’re crazy like that. If you call me and I answer the phone, and it sounds like I am whispering, it’s probably because I’m in the other room hiding from Sweetpea.

Forgive me if I’m griping a bit. I had hoped have a relaxing day at home. I got to wear comfy pants all day, right? (Actually, when you are as pregnant as I am, every day is comfy pants day. :P ) But I didn’t really have a chance to hear myself think. Let’s just say that naptime didn’t go as planned and leave it at that, okay?

So here I am with Sweetpea down for the count, twelve hours before my coworkers start calling me again. Do I feel like writing? Hell no. Am I going to keep my butt in the chair and get something on the page? Hell yeah. Am I probably going to fall asleep on the couch in the near future. It’s hellalikely.

Am I looking forward to tomorrow? Mmmm, not so much. Is spring here yet?

9 comments on “Snowpocalpse, Part Two

  1. vlsperry
    February 12, 2014

    Thank you for making me grateful for my teenagers by reminding me of what it was like when they were toddlers!

    • tracycembor
      February 13, 2014

      My daughter also discovered the joy of trolling me by turning off my laptop. She has no concept of electronics etiquette.

  2. M T McGuire
    February 14, 2014

    I sympathise. I’m looking down the barrel of half term holidays. I asked the in laws down but they can’t come so they’re coming the next week. So no writing then either. Shot myself in the foot methinks.

    Good luck and if it’s any comfort, remember, you’re not alone.

    Cheers

    MTM

    • tracycembor
      February 19, 2014

      Thanks! It’s always good to be reminded that I’m not the only one in this boat, even if it is sinking slowly and I’m bailing with a slotted spoon… and for some reason everything smells like fish.

      • M T McGuire
        February 20, 2014

        Mwahahahaargh I’m in the boat right behind you bailing with a fork phnark.

  3. mrschmoe
    February 14, 2014

    I think the climate is on crack or had escape from the funny farm. I don’t think that there’s a such a thing as terrible twos, Three perhaps. Toddlers are a wee hyper.

    Speaking of which, about the dude who purchased a can of pineapple. Probably drinking the pineapple juice after eating from the can. for other reasons, I don’t want to know. Shudders at the thought.

    • tracycembor
      February 19, 2014

      Yeah, I wasn’t sure if beer and pineapple juice was some horrible new concoction all the kids were drinking. I’m going to assume that the guy was worried about scurvy.

      • mrschmoe
        February 19, 2014

        Could be. I hope it won’t be something nasty or plain weird.
        I used to drink pineapple juice straight from the can after nibble them.

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Tracy Cembor attempts to juggle a preschooler and a baby, a full-time job, random geekery, and the writing life. Currently working on The Dreamless City, a steampunk urban fantasy novel. Come join the adventure.
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