Boredom during the summer is a huge accomplishment for me. Usually I spend summers at the school or the Board of Ed up to my ears in doing curriculum-related work for the school system. Thankfully, there was no work to do on the English/Language Arts (ELA) curriculum guide this year and there weren’t any trainings to attend. Now that I’m on the downside to summer break, I need to start the busywork of adjusting my Literature units to incorporate the Language Arts standards. For the past five years, Literature and Grammar were taught as two separate subjects by two different teachers. Next year, the two subjects will be reincorporated into one ELA class. Being that I taught Literature, I have to expand my units to include the Grammar standards. Prime procrastinator that I am, that can wait. In the meantime, I am enjoying a comfortable level of boredom that has thankfully slowed down the passing of the days. Summers usually whiz by way too fast for me.
That said, now that I’m in a holding phase before determining my next move, I find that I’m having a bit of difficulty figuring out what to write about. I’ve hit a bit of a writer’s block. Of course, I feel like I could write extensively about a lot of things, but I’m not sure how many readers want to hear about things like Miss Kaelyn’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad (but oh so cute) terrible twoness or the ever-increasing gap to tooth ratio in Jaiden’s*** mouth.
Once I know which direction I’m heading in, I know I’ll have tons to write about. I have a couple of weeks before I get there, though. I feel like I want to write, but I just don’t know what to write about. Has that happened to anyone else before? I’d really not write about senseless blather (like I’m doing right now), so I beseech you, Dear Reader – give me something to write about. I’m opening myself up to answer whatever question you drop on me, from the serious to absolutely inane. Do you have any general questions about the surrogacy process or about my personal surrogacy experiences? Have any questions about el Cinco de Mio or Frank the Fantastic Fartknocker? Questions about my subfertile history? Want to know if I prefer vanilla over chocolate or what my favorite Steely Dan song is or why? Ask and I’ll answer. I do realize that I’m leaving myself open to look like a complete jack ass, like an unfunny comedian who is met with the sound of chirping crickets instead of applause on open mic night.
***He just told me he was a professional genius because he knows that EVOO stands for extra virgin olive oil. Then he asked me what a virgin is. I might be a smidge bored in the writing department, but there’s never a dull moment around here.