Can you guess what happens next?
About two a.m. I begin to hear sniffs and sneezes and coughs from Max's room. By the time I get up at five, he is too congested to sleep and he gets up with me. He has a snotty, rattly cough, no fever but there is way too much going on in his nose and throat to go to school.
This happens all the time. The minute I get revved up creatively the universe will throw a wrench into the works with illness, car trouble, financial woes, some kind of crisis that completely derails me. I used to think it was the universe slapping me down, saying Who do you think you are?
Not anymore. Today I think it is the universe saying, Okay. How bad do you want it? So I make notes. I'm doing as much prep work as I can today while snuggled on the couch with my snotty boy, so when the next chunk of time comes my way – I'll be ready.