AtoZ 2016: Quit to Zonked

Qualified, quarrelsome, queasy, querulous, questioning, quiet, quirky, quivery, quizzical

 

That’s it, it’s time to concede defeat and throw in the towel. I QUIT! I was ill prepared then had some technical difficulties and the A to Z Challenge kicked my ass. I started off strong (as in getting the posts written and up, not necessarily strong in the writing part though) then faltered and lagged, caught up, said I wouldn’t give up, and now I’m giving up.

I posted A through P, and this one is Q. That means I will have completed 17 posts out of 26. Nine letters didn’t make a showing for the challenge this year: R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z. I was going to take a rare free afternoon to pump out a few more posts. With 1O still to write as of this morning I knew I would likely not complete all of them but I did think I’d make it further. I could have holed up at my desk, hunched over my phone (because my laptop’s still kinda dead at the moment) and type up some posts, but I didn’t. I could have posted a few quick pics to capture some feeling or emotion, but I didn’t do that either.

So, what did I do instead?

I went birthday shopping for my boy. That made me feel READY and excited to see his reactions on Monday morning.

I pulled out a toy I hadn’t played with in a while and giving myself a much needed orgasm. That left me feeling SATISFIED.

I was THANKFUL to some new friends for inviting my son over for the day so he could play with his best friends from school and I could have some down time.

After all I did today and allowing my son to spend the day with his friends, I felt rather UNAPPRECIATED when he got UPSET because I wouldn’t download a new video game for him.

I felt pretty damn VICTORIOUS when I finally found a new backpack for my son. He’s not been impressed with having to use my tiny red & pink backpack the past two weeks after his died a painful death and I had no luck finding him a new one. Apparently it isn’t backpack/school bag season.

I caught up with my great-nephew’s progress after his first round of high dose chemo treatment last week. To say we’ve all been WORRIED about him is a major understatement. He’s a fighter and doing great though. You can follow his journey through his Facebook group.

I visited a while when I went to pick my son up, all us parents seemingly arriving at the same time. As I looked around the house at the parents and kids it struck me how different everyone was, a mash up of various cultures and ethnicities. There were a couple Caucasians with British heritage, a young Japanese mother who has lived here only a few years, a Greek father who runs his own construction company, a Jamaican homemaker, and an African mother who works in banking. A decidedly non-XENOPHOBIC group that I am glad to be a part of.

After dinner we went outside for a while. It was a beautiful evening and we were able to go out without our jackets. My son ran around the yard blowing bubbles and chasing them down, and I basked in his YOUTHFUL exuberance.

I watched as the afternoon sun faded from its bright hue to dusk, then as dusk turned into night. It is nearly midnight now, the last day of April, and I am ZONKED.

 

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