Summer has only started, and my kids spent the whole weekend complaining.
"I'm BORED," came the first whiny voice. "There's NOTHING to do," echoed the second.
So I thought...I'll fix your little red wagon...which is something my Mother used to say to me. Frequently.
Every morning for the rest of their summer break, my kids have to:
1.) Write 300 words. It can be a story, a collection of poems, a letter, or
whatever else they choose.
2.) Read at least 30 minutes.
3.) Complete 1 page of math. They must show their work and discuss their
answers with me.
And for the icing on the cake, I also made them run 2 miles with me.
After the first fifteen minutes of mandatory grumbling about me being the MEANEST MOM EVER since I am ruining their summer break which is, by its own definition, supposed to be a break, they giggled and sang their way through their work. My happy children were happy once more.
And then I had one of those AHA! moments that make you feel really stupid. I figured out why I am mopey, dopey, whiny, irritable, and just sort of bleccchhhhy.
My break from writing has gone on WAY too long. I need to fix my own Little Red Wagon.
So, starting tonight, I'm back to my 300 word a day writing minimum, 2 chapters of reading, and daily research about possible agents that might be a good fit for me.
And I'm even giggling and singing while I do it:)