I am wiped out. Exhausted. No particular reason, though the three small children may have something to do with it.

I could have spent the morning traipsing through the toy-and-CD-strewn living room or trying to locate the playroom behind the mound of laundry, if I had the energy for traipsing or locating. Instead I mostly sat in the middle of the chaos and read out loud. But now it is quiet time, one-third of the children are sleeping, and I just ate an enormous bowl of Haagen Dazs. Things are clearly looking up.

I wrote a couple of project queries this week, and I will have you know that I may in fact suck more at querying than at writing submission cover letters. Which is saying something, given that my cover letters go something like this: “This is quite terrible and probably isn’t even what you’re looking for, but if you have some time to kill, you’re welcome to skim over it and let me know if there’s any tiny sentence in it that might work for you…” Then later I think, You know, that may not have been the best way to sell the piece. But by then, of course, it’s too late.

So, queries sent. Week over. House a wreck (um, as usual). The weekend promises to be insanely busy. Does it seem like a bad idea to bundle the kids up for a trip to the bookstore after Dane gets home from work tonight (which is also past bedtime for two of them)? Hmm, probably. Could I just take a nap instead?