Itâ€™s finally arrived. A day that the last few months and weeks have all been about reaching. A day that I think my children have been looking forward to even more than me. A day that means I wonâ€™t have my head buried in the laptop at every available moment, night and day â€“ to the same degree anyway. A day which means that I can start to join my kids at the park again, rather than over enthusiastically waving them off with their father, to the chimes of â€œdonâ€™t rush backâ€ just so that I can get a chance to work in
Itâ€™s book deadline day!
A few months ago, I was given this wonderful opportunity to write a book, all about my favourite topic â€“ parenting. In my delight, I pushed the workload to the back of my mind, and focused on the fact that I had loads of thoughts on all things parenting and plenty of inspiration in the forms of mini and not so mini-mes, who were as varied in their personalities as their views on underwear and its necessity. I just needed to get it down on paperâ€“ how hard could it be?
Very – is the answer. Life kept getting in the way and in spite of the important and significant sized project that I had undertaken, the kids insisted that I continue to look after them, feed them, bathe them, help them with their homework, attend oneâ€™s confirmation, anotherâ€™s school musical, and a child had a stint in hospital for good measure.
But now, today, I HAVE FINISHED MY BOOK!!!! I have pushed the send button and the electronic copy is winging its way to my editor. As I typed those immortal words â€œThe Endâ€ – I felt like Daddy Pig as he contemplated the muddy puddle before him. I was and am at one with the world again.
So if youâ€™re looking for me, you will find me sitting on the couch with a celebratory glass or several of wine, eating copious amounts of chocolate to compliment it and beaming like that proverbial cat.
And who cares if tomorrow is a school day because I have finished my book â€“ until my editor comes back to me at least.