I missed yesterday. I feel just awful about it. I'm so ashamed of myself. I don't even know how to live with myself anymore.
Although technically I'm calling it 30 in 30, so I don't have to post every day, I just have to post 30 blogs in 30 days... Ha ha!I have beaten myself at my own game!
Kurt is very close to getting a job that would be very, very good for us. He had a third interview today. I sent my agent some version of what she was asking for. I'm pretty sure she's going to drop me when she reads it. Either that or she'll be like, "This is incredible! You don't even have to write the actual book!" And she'll sell it for 8 million dollars. That's the going rate these days, right? That seems like a completely reasonable expectation.
Monty is watching a phenomenal amount of television. Between being sick and the disgusting weather we're experiencing, it's been a shit ton of Cat in the Hat, Thomas and Friends, Curious George, and Sesame Street. I'm surprised Child Protection Services hasn't come for him. I can hear his brain cells fizzling away. I keep buying him toys at flea markets and thrift shops, but they only seem to hold his attention for a few minutes. And I haven't quite figured out how to do arts and crafts without everything getting literally all over the place. The weather isn't conducive to painting outside and I'm pretty sure my parents would disown us if we got paint and glitter and glue all over their house. So, I'm at a loss. I'm sure all the other kids his age are building skyscrapers out of blocks and reading entire books on their own. Most of the time if Monty does get into a toy he's interested for five minutes and then I'm the one who ends up playing with it while he runs around singing Pompeii by Bastille. I've put together more Frozen puzzles in the last two months...
You guys, parenting is haaaaaaaaard.