Just so you know, two days in, I quit that whole NaNoWriMo nonsense.
Turns out, one-year-olds require constant supervision; three-year-olds don’t know how to make their own dinner (or lunch, or breakfast, or snacks, or get themselves ready for school, or get themselves ready for anything at all really); and husbands prefer it when their wives look away from the computer screen once in a while and say more than, “Yep. Yep. and, Uh-huh,” in at least one conversation a day.
Oh Well. ‘Twas fun while it lasted.
Alaskarella (former-child-neglector wondering if a family of laptops would be more understanding of her hopes and dreams).
You know what my friend Al E. would say about this? “The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
And then he’d probably say, “And please, call me Albert Einstein, not Al E.”