This is my first post from the road on the much anticipated ODD MOM OUT book tour and it’s an interesting book tour so far. The book part of the tour is going fine. My personal life is not so fine and Ken my poor media escort of the past 3 days has been subjected to much drama as I try to salvage the family life at home from a cell phone in a car in Southern California while battling a nasty cold. Not only am I a germ ridden novelist, but I’m a wreck of a mom.
My babysitter is gone. I need some serious childcare help. And my boys’ dad–who has been in the hospital for weeks and was supposed to go home today–has had a complication and must remain hospitalized longer.
Things are crazy hard, the kind of hard they’ve been for months and months so I assumed that eventually it’d get easier. I was sure that I could swing the book tour because I can almost always swing everything. This time I just might be wrong.
I need Mary Poppins. I need a miracle. Everyone please start praying for a great (part-time) nanny or babysitter. Someone who will get and like my boys and not judge them as though they were Satan’s spawns. My boys are a bit out there but they’ve good hearts. They’ve just been through so much lately–stress and more stress and more stress. They’re breaking. I’m close to breaking.
God, send a little miracle my way!
And with that said, it’s time to shower, shine and make great small talk at Vroman’s in Pasadena. I can do this. I’m Jane Porter! (whatever that means)