Sunday, April 25, 2010

I am actually halfway done.

I currently have 51,000 words in my "novel." A few thousand more and I may even drop the quotation marks! In all seriousness, I am proud of myself for getting this far and not giving up. And reading over it, there's a whole lot of crap there, but there are also a few nuggets of pretty decent writing. It's a muscle, it really is, and it's been out of shape for a long while now. But I've been working it out again, and it's coming easier at last.

It's not all roses and sunshine over here though. So apparently my son, my beloved son, has decided that I am persona non grata around these parts, at least compared to Daddy. If Daddy leaves the room, and he's stuck with me, he cries. If he bangs his head and I pick him up, he reaches out his arms to Daddy. When Daddy's not home, I get his sloppy seconds, but the second that key flips in the lock.... Bam. Chopped Liver.

I know this is normal, and sometimes I even find it amusing, but it's happening so much these days that it's starting to hurt my feelings. Any thoughts?


Trista said...

First thing's first - yay! 51,000 words is no small feat.

As for your new status as Chopped Liver, I can only speak from my own experience & the anecdotes of my friends, but this all indicates that kids run hot and cold with both parents as they age...Abigail has always been a momma's girl (and kind of still is), but she's waaaaay more interested in hanging out with her dad now than she was when she was an infant, or even at a year old. I have a friend with two boys who says that her boys were glued to her until they were about 12-18 months, and then they would have thrown her under a bus to get at their dad. It's hard not to take it personally, but I really don't think it is personal.

If it makes you feel any better, I may be Numero Uno in my house on most days, but if you put me in the same room as my mother, well, let's just say that my kid gives me that "Are you still here?" look and actually cries if I try to take her away from her grandmother. Because that is clearly torture.

Sara said...

Catching up on your blog...just wanted to sympathize. That totally sucks and it happens to me LOTS. Luckily, it goes in phases and, occasionally, I get the extra love. Hope it's swung the other way by now...