Spent nearly eight hours today out of the house, running kids to activities, shopping, and doing various errands. That's a full-time job, right? Angel's Delivery Service?

Got a rejection from Home Education Magazine, too; they liked my article about the home environment vs. school environment, but couldn't use it as there are too many articles out there right now with the same theme. "Feel free to send more." Would be wracking my brain for "more", but am currently in short story mode. I did send the article out to Mothering Magazine right away, though. Not that I think it has any kind of hope over there, but there's this faith thing at work; it's my job to do the work and send it out, Somebody Else's to take care of all those other little details that tend to worry me, like will the editor like this, and is this the right magazine and no one will ever talk to me again after they read what I *really* think.

Anyway. There it is. I used to feel like I was jumping off a cliff every time I submitted a manuscript. Now I've worked my way down to feeling like I am jumping off a high brick wall.

Somehow I agreed to help the communications committee down at the Quaker Meeting. Andy told a couple of people I was a writer, and apparently word gets around. After an exhausting week or two I tried to e-mail the nominating committee to tell them a)I'm not really Quaker and b)I homeschool my 3 kids, my toddler isn't sleeping, and somehow I have to do my own writing, plus c) I don't know what the heck I was thinking, because I am not generally a High-Energy person. But the e-mail bounced, and tonight after staggering home at 8:30, laden with groceries and two kids I'd just picked up from PSR (Catholic education), there was a message on the answering machine asking me to call the head of committee. They're putting out their newsletter, and I have a scary, sinking feeling they want me to be responsible for it.

I think my throat hurts, and tomorrow I'm going to lock myself in my room.