Another few days without posting anything.  Guess I am not doing as well with this blogging as I thought I would.  My mother has started writing her book.  I am so proud of her!  She is really moving along this past week and has a couple hundred pages done already.  The only downside, and it is a selfish one, is that she is locked up in her room all day.  She wakes up, lets the dogs out, feeds them, grabs her breakfast and then off to her room to start writing. I don't see her again until dinner.  Oh sometimes she pokes her head out, but not often.  It almost feels as if I have another child in the house, as if the 2 real children and my husband, who acts like a child most times, and 2 dogs have sucked her into their vortex.  I know she feels bad but she is so inspired right now, that I just feel petty even thinking it.  I got so used to her and I working together, its as if she just disappeared.  I know.  I am not being fair.  Like I said it is very selfish, and I apologize.  She has had me reading the pages she has typed each night and it is really good.  I look forward to her handing me the new pages and keep harassing her to give me more.  I was just used to having another adult to talk to.  My husband doesn't talk, doesn't do conversations, so most of the time I only have the kids to talk to.  It is not stimulating conversation with a 12 year old and a 6 year old.
Anyways, off my "poor me" horse and back in reality saddle.  Gotta get ready for the kids to come home from church.  Is it bad of me to enjoy these couple of hours when they are gone?  If so, I don't care.  I enjoy it, I really do.