Monday, December 20, 2010

Off To A Good Start

Today was the first day of vacation for the boys. They slept later than usual, so I did too. They did get up before me, though, and, after Shaun left for work, I could hear them talking in Nels's room, deciding what to do.

"I'll go get my stuffed animals!" said Willem, racing off to gather them up. He returned to Nels's room and climbed up on the bed.

"OK, but I don't want to play stuffed animals," said Nels.

"OK. We can just snuggle and look at some books," suggested Willem. It was agreed.

Though their quiet reading time quickly devolved into squabbling, the original impulse was a good one, and set the tone for the day.

After breakfast the boys and I went through all their toys together for the first time. (Usually I make things disappear when the kids are sleeping, but I suspected that I wasn't being ruthless enough.) We looked at every toy, one by one, and passed judgement: keep, toss, give.

My intuition turned out to be correct; the boys quite willingly (cheerfully, even!) got rid of a ton of stuff, and we all feel a lot better now. Ah.

Pleased with a job well done, I went to check my email and almost fell on the floor. My inbox contained an email from Breadline Press, telling me they'd accepted my submission to their first West Coast Anthology.

I was so excited that I couldn't even remember what I'd sent them. (Turned out to be a short memoir piece.)

I'm not much of a goal-setter, but this year I had decided that I would work toward being published in print for the first time by the time I turn forty. Maybe that doesn't sound like setting the bar very high, but it seemed plenty ambitious (bordering on presumptuous) to me! I'm thrilled to be two years ahead of schedule.

It's a good thing I had a productive morning, because I was worthless for the rest of the day. I did manage to order some bagels and lox from Russ and Daughters for my grandpa's Christmas present.

I also got to the vet's office before they closed so I could buy our cat the solid gold food that she barfs up less frequently than any other kind. (Hmm...just like that crazy expensive formula we used to buy when the boys were babies, imagining that perhaps they seemed slightly less miserable than they were with the cheaper stuff. I sense a theme.)

It just so happens that our fridge in the garage is fully stocked with chilled sparkling wine for a New Year's Eve party, and I was very happy to have an excuse to break into the stash.

To recap: the first day of Christmas break started with my boys reading in bed and ended with a celebratory toast. Now that's a good day.


alison owen said...

yay yay yay! I am so happy for you! Can't wait to read the published piece, I love reading your blog.
Also, what's up with the NYC school system? Mac's first day of vacation is Christmas eve. Your boys are lucky.

Gypmar said...

Thanks, Alison! Bummer about your vacation dates. I realize I am overdue to get caught up with you guys!

Oleg K. said...

Hey, congrats on publication. That's great!


...I'm going to snuggle with my stuffed animals and look at books.

Gypmar said...

Thanks, Oleg! Keep those book reviews coming on Goodreads. I am enjoying them.

eric O said...

Congratulations on beating the deadline! That's gotta feel great. My age-to-be-published-by deadline was 35 and I'm still not published. I've tried to mentally move the deadline to age 40, which gives me 2 more years, but I'll always feel like a dud, even if I meet the new deadline. Hmmm, I should sulk on my own blog, not on yours. Sorry. We're celebrating your success in Ukraine. Oh, and Merry Christmas.

Gypmar said...

Eric, in the meantime you have learned a second language well enough to teach a philosophy class in it. If you are a dud, you are a very accomplished one.

Merry Christmas!

Oleg K. said...

I look forward to when I can write a review of yours. Though I can't say I'm unhappy with your 5-star posts. :O)