Grumping, yesterday

Wow, I've been ignoring this blog for five days, and frankly that last post is a little . . . light.

There's been no news on YA MS the First, and I suppose I've been holding off on posting until I had something to report on that front. I also suppose that's a silly reason not to post anything at all.

So I'll talk about Sam. I haven't in a long while, it seems, so it's a shame I'm going to report about the WORST DAY EVER.

Yesterday, Sam woke up up startingly early and essentially refused to go back to sleep. By the time Beth left for work, he was switching off between hysterics and on-the-verge of hysterics. Finally, sheer exhaustion got the better of him and he slept, but it wasn't enough to make up for the chaos that preceded it.

That means for most of the day, Sam was an overtired and cranky grumpster. I won't go into details, but boy, I passed OUT at bedtime last night and I think I slept right through to Beth's alarm. Sam, by the way, has been asleep essentially since bedtime last night, and here it is almost 9. So perhaps and hopefully today will be back to business as usual.

In other news, I went out last night to Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe, which is not actually called that, and tried to work, but it was hella crowded and I got nothing done in the 30 minutes I was there, frustrated, and so I came home. I believe Beth will be going out, with Sam, to do some knitting this evening, so perhaps I can get some writing done right here at home during the quiet.

Not much else is new. I joined a nice MNSCBWI group on facebook and have had a couple of bites at the idea of a YA crit group here in the Twin Cities. So there's that.

All right, little else to report and I should get Sam's breakfast ready, since I'm sure he'll be up at any moment.