I don’t deal well with change

Yeah, I really, really don’t.  I’m used to my ex getting the kids every other weekend.  He has it worked our with his job and everything.  But this week, he has them Wednesday and Thursday.  Not a problem… he’s a great daddy and the boys love spending time with him.  However… it sorta shoots my weekend typing days all to hell.  Right now I’m sitting in a recliner in my living room with my laptop on a pillow in my lap.  Fine for editing or surfing the web, but not so much for trying to type out what I’ve written longhand in my wide-ruled notebooks that were 5/$1 at the last Back To School sale I hit.

 

Where I’m leading with that whining is that after this chapter, as of now, I only have 2 chapters fully typed out.  That’s part of why I’m spacing out my updates.  I don’t want to run out of material and leave my amazing readers hanging while I try to find both the time and motivation to type.  And honestly, when combined with fluke-like Fibro flareups that strike my hands/wrists 80% of the time, I feel my hesitation is warranted.  Because you guys really are truly awesome.  Y’all’s comments truly drive up the motivation.

 

A note about the offbeat title for this chapter… honestly, if I’d remembered this song when I was titling this story, there’s a good chance this would be it.  I love Live.  Instead of the official video, I used one with the lyrics just so those that are curious can see why I think it’s so fitting…

 

Also, I’m especially proud of the banner.  The whole show just went downhill after Season 4.  J/S…

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