Put Your Big Girl Panties On and Deal With ItDecember 4th, 2009
Could this have been a crazier week? First Tiger’s wife went Carrie Underwood on him!
Then my husband took a swan dive and broke his ankle!
Then the plot of Glee actually moved forward!
I think I’m still in shock.
When things get out of control like this, I often think of the little home made sign hanging in my gynecologist’s office:
I love this sign! Because this is really what we just have to do sometimes.
(Especially in the gyno’s office…but in life, too).
Do we ever get as much done as we’d like to on any given day? Most of the time I don’t know how I’m going to handle ANYTHING going on in my life (deadlines, copy-edits, emails, dwindling supply of beverages in my mini-fridge, etc).
It’s only because I have so much help in the form of an amazing agent, fantastic editors, go-getter publicists, astounding assistants, awesome friends and family, and of course, He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog that I get ANYTHING done at all.
The rest of the time, I’m just thinking of that sign in my gyno’s office:
I was actually supposed to be leaving for New York today! I have a bunch of meetings and some new book trailers to film next week….
…not to mention I’m supposed to be co-hosting a fancy Indiana University alumni cocktail party (did you get your invitation, fellow alums?) with He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog’s best friend (and we had tickets to see Shelby Lynne perform live at Carnegie live)!
(Did you know Shelby Lynne saw her mom get shot by her dad right in front of her when she was 17? Talk about needing to pull up your big girl panties!)
I really thought I was going to have to put off the trip completely because of He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog’s accident.
But thanks to our own personal Pull Up Your Big Girl Panties Team—the doctor, nurses, anesthesiologist, and everyone else who put him back together…not to mention the incredible full time support team we’ve got going here at Casa Cabot—I think I might make it to NYC after all!
Yes. It IS all about me.
Ha, no, not really.
And I WON’T be seeing Shelby Lynne. Because how could I enjoy her knowing that my poor husband is back home in bed….
…watching all the free Writers Guild Oscar pre-screeners that keep arriving in the mail?
(We just got Funny People and Bruno and The Serious Man and that Zoey Deschanel movie that’s supposed to be so cute! And now I have to watch them by myself when I get back. AFTER I’m done with all my deadlines because HWSNBNITB is like, “Don’t you have a bunch of book trailers to write and some books due? Yeah, I guess these movies are all for me.”)
Shut up. I know: See subject line of this post.