Yesterday was worth the time and effort. Something gave in my head, for now at least. I sat down this morning and finished going over the story from hell and doing the final line edits. I haven't been able to face the tedium of one more pass. And now the work is done, all but the typing, formatting, printing.
Yes, I realize it should have been done already. But there were the snow days. Just not conducive to that final push, that final hour or two of true solitude to consider what two readers recommended for line edits. Contradicting line edits, of course.
Meanwhile, E has not done her homework and I refuse to care because I have group tonight. There's no tv without homework. She has wasted the afternoon in play and academic activities she chose, instead of finishing what is on her list for school. Not that there's very much to do. But now her medication has worn off and any homework will be harder to focus on. I sort of feel bad and I sort of don't. I warned her about the time. But every once in a while, something in me says I'm not going to keep nagging. It's her responsibility and after I've reminded her five times and she puts me off each time, that's enough. She has chosen the consequence. At least I know she hasn't got a test tomorrow, nothing that need be handed in.
Heck, I'm the queen of procrastination. She comes by this honestly.
Frog Mom Out. Frog Writer In.
Update: Have I mentioned recently how wonderful this kid is? While I was blogging, she had finished playing, cleaned up reasonably well and did the homework she needed for her 'reading buddies' tomorrow. All without medication. And then, under mild protest, read to me. And now she's off to her just reward. Magic School Bus and Pup Named Scooby-Doo recordings. Or watching Gwen Stefani's video. Hmm, better check on that.