I’m Thankful For Something New!

Hi there!  J here with a late breaking post.  I’ve got something new to be thankful for!  For the first time since April 2008 (when my babies arrived home) I got to sleep later than 6:00am!  This very morning, my little darlings let me sleep until nearly 9:00!   If you don’t have young kids, you have no idea what kind of blessing this is.

So, um…for anyone who noticed that this post was late getting up there – that’s why!  🙂  Sorry, I can’t help but smile, even though I’ve shirked my Scribely duty…I got to sleep in for the first time in nearly 4 years!!  Wahooooo!

Okay, a couple of other follow-up items. 

1 – Vivienne wanted me to apologize for criminally under-sugaring the cranberries in her Fluffy Ruffle recipe.  I made them and had to add another 1/2 cup of sugar or more.  I didn’t measure it.  Don’t worry, I totally berated her about it.

2 – I’m heading out to a quiet spot to work on inputting the edits to The Peacock Tale.  It’ll be out there for the world to buy on Tuesday…somehow…through the wonders of Indie Publishing.  The good news is that my editor found LOTS of unnecessary “that’s” for me to remove, so it’s a nice tight story.

3 – I knew there was a third piece of business I needed to announce: the winners of my contest last week!  Kathryn Anne Merkel gets print copies of both The Cordovan Vault and The Peacock Tale.  Yeah!  Enjoy!

Today’s Secret: There’s always something new to be thankful for, whether it be children who sleep later than normal or nearly immediate publishing opportunities!

Today’s Question: What are you thankful for today?

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11 thoughts on “I’m Thankful For Something New!”

  1. I can relate to your “sleeping disorder” — just not recently. I can sleep in every weekend. When you’re an old grandma, you will too. Just something to look forward to. There’s a commercial on TV that says “Medicare is one of the best things about getting older” (paraphrased). Well, maybe, I’m not quite there yet. But certainly being able to sleep in IS – because the kids are grown and out on their own. So as I stretch and yawn I’ll say congratulations on the sleep-in AND the new book.
    Kathye

  2. I don’t think I slept in or ate a hot meal until my son was about 4. I remember those years with love and the day will come for you when you will look back and wish you could do it all over again. My son has grown and married now with his own family …. his turn to not be able to sleep in. Congratulations on your new release.

  3. We have five kids, all grown, but my wife talks about not remembering an entire decade of her life. I was the one who escaped to work each day, but those years are sort of a blur to me too. now, We get to sleeep in, but let me tell you- there’s nothing like having your grandkids pile onto your bed to wake you the mornings when they’re visiting. Bob

    1. On one hand, I can’t really remember life BK – before kids, but I vaguely recall sleeping til noon, being able to go away for a weekend with a tiny little backpack of stuff, not carrying little boy underpants in my purse…the little things!

  4. Some of you have heard my horror story. My little darling never slept through the night, not once, until he was 4 years old. So I never got a full night’s sleep for 4 years. I still remember vividly the day he finally slept through. I woke after an uninterrupted 7 hours of sleep, stretched, and ran immediately to make sure he was still alive. Good times. Now the offspring is a teenager and he sleeps a lot. A lot. So sometimes I still go check to make sure he’s alive. J, may this be the start of many weekend sleep-ins for you.

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