Wacky Wild World

Pictured above... Anna's "Wacky Wild World"
Some moms may construe this as their child making a giant mess, and think of it almost like an act of aggression, but I remember what it was like to do this, to be this. I am this. I am mess. I understand this. When I create or do assignments or projects or even cook, I make a huge, sprawling mess. But that's how much room I need to accomplish what I want. And this may look like she dragged random pieces of junk out from her room, but to Anna, this is her own little world, and it all makes sense to her. She placed those objects there for a reason. The Minnie Mouse ears have something to do with it all. Giant Scary Barbie is wearing bunny ears. (Which I don't find incongruous at all, considering the way she is dressed!) The bunny ears reminded me of the I WANT TO BE A BUNNY controversy. I absolutely refused to allow my daughter to be a bunny for Halloween. Hugh Hefner has totally ruined the bunny dress up costume. She decided instead on Super Girl, which was one of the few that met my approval. Costumes even for preschoolers seem unnecessarily suggestive. Speaking of Halloween, how did it get to be almost Thanksgiving? How did this happen? And basically, every minute between now and the 3rd of January is planned out. Probably the holidays have crept up on me this year because every minute of my life has been scheduled since August. If I have 15 extra minutes, I think, How could I best use this time? I guess my husband is used to always thinking this way. But for me, not so much. My brain feels spongy and dry. I've written over 6,000 words since yesterday. Yesterday was such a bad day. We had an upsetting appointment at Arnold Palmer for Jonathan, and then our car completely broke down and died in Orlando. We almost made it into a gas station, and then the car was trying to roll back into the road. A kind local thug helped us push it in the general area of a parking spot. Luckily, we were only 3/10 of a mile from the service station that replaced the alternator (which was still under warranty from when my brother fixed it for us {AND that was WAY cheaper!} If only it had broken down near home, but I guess we don't get much say in these things.) That meant the tow truck only cost $90. But, the important thing about yesterday, Jon finally realized a lifelong dream: He got to ride in a tow truck. So it was all worth it. Somewhat. Anyways, feel like I am not making sense, and it makes absolutely no sense to be sitting out here typing even 10 more words to add to my grand total for the past 24 hours. Why am I not in my bed???