Current work: PM job/thinking about revisions on med/finalising outline for MX
Listening to: Mozart Piano Concerto no 20
Reading: Cheryl Reavis, Blackberry Winter
One of those days? It’s turning out to be one of those weeks. You know I said about things coming in threes? There was something on Tuesday – news from a close friend – but hopefully things are working out there and I have all my fingers crossed. But my personal third thing was… I misplaced my son yesterday.
The hill was so full of cars that my normal parking place (halfway between the schools, usually with loads of space round me) had been taken (and so had all the other spots). So I had to park a lot closer to the first school (I couldn’t be late for daughter on day 2, could I?). The problem was, son didn’t come up far enough up the hill to meet me – he got to where I normally park, decided I wasn’t there, and decided he’d try the other direction.
Then one of his friends spots me. ‘Oh, poo. He’s gone the other way because he couldn't see your car.’
Even if Madam had been in the mood for walking quickly, we wouldn’t have been able to negotiate the mixture of crowds, pushchairs and open car doors.
Finally get to son’s school. Lollipop lady tells me she’s seen him and thinks he’s gone back into school to wait for me in reception. Ohhh. Son is apparently being sensible. Freaky, but good. Go in to ask at reception if he’s there.
He isn’t.
(Though I did meet his teacher and am reassured about the SEN situation this year. And the headmaster was in fits of laughter. ‘Yesterday you brought him in on the wrong day. Today you lose him.’ Perhaps I should’ve pointed out that I have four deadlines before January 1… which is distracting me just a tad...)
Anyway. No son. I’m about to head further down the hill (to where we parked in the morning), when I spot him. Definite evidence of wobbly bottom lip (which reminds me he’s still my little boy, really – even if he is in double figures and is nearly as tall as I am. And he'd kill me for saying so). A big hug and an apology put a smile back on his face. I explain. And he gets the point now – if he hasn’t met me on the hill, KEEP WALKING towards the Infant School – because actually I was delayed on a quick governor confab before I left school. (The fact I then met one of my friends and had a quick chat probably didn’t help…)
On the plus side, finally I have more or less agreed the outline of the new MX with my ed (I argued that archaeologists are sexy – Michael Wood crossed with Brendan Fraser in his ‘The Mummy’ role – and although I don’t think she’s that convinced… guess I’d better pull out the stops on this one). And I spoke to my author on my current project manager job and he’s a sweetie, so this is going to be nice to work on – won’t need vast quantities of chocolate. And the Sainsbury’s internet shop was so successful I think I’m converted: all my shopping, no hour spent trudging round the aisles, and best of all no moaning from Madam.
10 comments:
Oh, bless! Poor lamb and poor you.
And I fear your editor (and mine) is not going to be the happiest person in the world when she realises that I'm writing an archeologist hero, too. Of course she won't know that until I deliver the book! I'll just have to concentrate on the fact that its a follow up to Reunited. And that there's no archeology...
Ooh, how can your ed not think an archaeologist can be sexy?! It sounds like a lot of fun and it's certainly fresh and different. (I'm also a little biased because my daughter is changing her career plans and going to do her first degree in Egyptology, Ancient History and Archaeology).
Hugs on the traumatic school run. Brings back memories of a similar incident with my son a few years ago.
Love,
Sue
xx
Archelogists are totally sexy -- at least in the movies...Think Indiana Jones, think Lara Croft, think adbventure.
Besides it is the character that defines the sexiness, not the job.
Hugs on the missing child. It is horrid when it happens. So glad that all ended well.
Oh those missing child moments are pure hell - they seem to go on for ever and ever when they're only a few moments really. But their hrorrible while they last. Poor you; poor him.
Hugs to you in total understanding and sympathy.
And I'm in the disagree-with-your-editor group. I once knew a very very sexy, part gipsy, black curly haired, archaelogist called - believe it or not - Roman. Even your ed would have had to agree. And totally, totally in agreement with Michelle that it's not the job it's the person - and in your hands - and Liz's - I have no doubts whatsoever
Liz - our editor needs convincing. Maybe we should keep sending her lots of pics of Michael Wood.
Sue, Michelle - exactly. (And I was drinking tea when I read your email on this subject, Michelle. I have to clean my keyboard now. Muddy thighs, indeed.)
Kate - what a fabulous-sounding character... LIGHTBULB.
No, she'd kill me if I made him part gipsy. Or if I changed his name from Alex to Roman. (Especially as my heroine is, um, a museum curator, specialist in Roman antiquities. That might be overegging it.)
Gipsy.
Hmm. That would explain something.
I think you've just given me the motivation I was looking for. Thank you. IOU big glass of wine in a couple of weeks. :o)
*hugs* to you and son for your adventure. Hope things get better for you!
As far as the sexy archaeologist thing -- you had me sold at Brendan Fraser. Yum!
Lynn - thank you on both counts! :o)
Schools back in session and all I've heard is moaning from my madams ...
Hah. Apparently your editor has never seen an episode of Stargate: SG1. Ten years of the yummiest archaeologist around- Daniel Jackson as played by Michael Shanks.
Andey - that passed by my radar too, so I will go hunting. In the name of research, of course :o) Thank you.
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