Waking up to snow

Yes, more snow. Cool...

You gotta love being a MOM because it’s never boring. Things as usual are hectic here, but even more so with all the end of the school year fun. My son is preparing for prom, graduation and all that good stuff. And yes, it would be wonderful if he did his homework in between it all. The debate is on whether to put my daughter on a waiting list to transfer her out of her present high school or put her in a homeschooling program. Colorado actually has an accredited online public school option, complete with her AP and honor classes. Isn’t that convenient. Plus, in three weeks, my hubby is coming home for a 28 day visit.

While Daniel’s story is completely outlined, Brooklyn demands to be revised. It’s funny how my characters act like real kids and beg for attention. Not sure, why or how I got into this habit of writing a story, write another story, then go back to the first story. Strange, don’t you think?

Anyway, I left it up to fate. If I had the black ink cartridges, I’d print Brooklyn off and work on her. No ink meant Daniel. First drawer I opened and there were not one, but two cartridges. I’d say that’s a sign from my muse.