Wednesday, October 7, 2009

And Stuffed

We have a winner! Congrats to Jessica of Bookin It. She is the winner of KM Weiland's latest book Behold the Dawn. (Email me Jess, I can't find your email address) Thanks to everyone who stopped by and left comments for Katie. Promoting author's work is important to me. (I promise the competition was fairly drawn. I wrote down all the names of everyone who left a comment on this post and then Matt (husband) drew the names out of a box.)

And Stuffed...
Right on cue she showed up again today. Miss Tired. Bang on 12:30pm everyday Miss Tired is lounging in my office chair looking up at me with big coffee brown eyes and saying things like, "You don't want to write. Come have a nap with me. Aren't you tired? You look tired?"
I take her hand and lead her out of the room, but five minutes later she is back and climbing on to my lap...

Not five minutes before I was bouncing off the walls with energy, putting my son to bed, racing into my office so I could start writing, and then there she is. She isn't even my kid. Though she hangs out at my place a fair bit. Do you know her? Miss Tired? She's sweet alright. She wants to be held, cuddled and rocked to sleep. But I if I give in, when would I ever write?

Today we had a little chat. Miss Tired and I. "It's the middle of the day. I need to write now or forever hold my peace because this is the only space in my busy day. Miss Tired I need you to go home, or go play or whatever it is that metaphorical children go and do..." (you didn't think I was really talking about a read child did you???)

Miss Tired was obliging, at first. Until she could see I was really going to ignore her and write. Then it was a full meltdown on my carpet. I called her mother, Mrs Motivation.
"Come get your daughter. I can't get anything done with her hanging around. Honestly how could such an inspirational couple like yourself and Mr. Motivation have managed to birth a Miss Tired?"
"Yes, we wonder the same thing. I blame his side of the family. There is the odd Mr.I-Don't-Feel-Like-It on his mother's side. Not a lot of dream chasers among that lot. Either that or Miss Tired is just going through the terrible twos."
"Have you considered a name change?"
"Something along the lines of Miss Sleep-Later or Miss Rest-for-Five minutes? Or even Miss Put-me-to-bed-and-get-on-with-it?"
"Interesting... Redefining the problem... why didn't I think of that?"
"Because I rock and this is my blog."
"I'll let you have that one."
"Thank you."

Within minutes Miss Tired had been collected and swaddled off to the local name registry. I think. Actually don't call me heartless, but I could give a damn where she went. I need to get some work done...

What about you? Miss Tired and Parent often walk hand in hand. Miss Tired and Full Time Job live together. It's her elder brother. And Miss Tired and Mother with Full Time Job make for a house stuffed to the seams. Add Writer to that mix and you have... well, the need to call Mrs.Motivation.

What do you do when Miss Tired comes calling? (I have her mother's phone number if you want it...)


  1. Rofl Tab, that was hilarious! Miss Tired clearly left your house and came to mine, darn her. I fixed her though, I changed her name to Miss Taken and sent her off to bother the person she was really after.

    What do I do when these little hiccups interrupt my day? Erm admittedly, I usually have a nap. So I'm not much help.

  2. I'm ashamed to say that yesterday, Miss Tired won--well a partial victory anyway. When I couldn't keep my eyes open as I typed, Iset the oven timer on 20 minutes and closed my eyes on the couch. When the timer went off I got back to work--feeling I might add, slightly refreshed. Guilty too? Yes, but I worked an extra 20 minutes to make up for the time. Today if it happens, I'm going for the coffee.

  3. Miss Tired almost always wins here. When she comes I take a nap. I'm not strong enough to fend her off.

  4. I usually try to reprimand her with a ruler but it doesn't seem to work.

  5. I usually try giving her a cup of coffee or a snack... Loved this post! lol

  6. Like Strange said, coffee. It usually perks her right up.

  7. Smiling! Miss Tired is here today. Can you make her go away? :)

  8. She's sitting on my lap right now. Heh.

    Where can I find your e-mail address? I'll look, if I don't find it then I'll give you mine. :-) And thank you! I'm really looking forward to reading that book.

  9. what a great pic! oh my. i would absolutely die if i saw my little girl like that. congrats, jess!

    Where Romance Meets Therapy

  10. lmao, and love the pic. She wanders into my house during my son's naptime every day.

  11. LOL at that absolutely sweet picture!!!! Yes Ms. Tired is living at my house right now. It's quite annoying as I have way too much to do and not enough energy to do it! Yikes!!!!

    Congrats to Jessica!!!

  12. I think it goes something like this. "Just one minute. Okay, one more minute. I'll be there in a minute, I promise..."

    That buys me a little more time!

    Luckily I'm able to sneak some writing in at work and while my boyfriend is napping. Otherwise I don't think I'd get anything done!

  13. Steph- that's a good line. I'll try that one today.

    T.Anne- energy is the problem here too.

    Roni- she knows when to come hey

    Jess- thanks. I will email you.

    Jill- not without a phone call to her mother :)

    Susan- cofffee? Hmmm.. but I only drink tea...

    Suzanee, I know. She is difficult sometimes :)

    Wendy- thanks :) Miss Taken? Yes, that might work...

  14. Congrats Jessica!!!! And what a freakin cutie that Miss Tired is. :)

  15. Hillarious! I was doing some browsing on my favorite sites tonight and lucky I came across this. It fit right in with Rick Daly's September 28 post - which I also found today.

    I don't know how to post a link but:

    And for the record: Miss Tired usually shows up when I'm at my day job, just after lunch. There's plenty of clover for her to run her little bare feet through, and the fresh air does both of us good. There's always someone at the bus stop napping, and she just curles up right beside them.