• Skip to main content
  • Skip to secondary menu
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Home
  • About
  • Hire a Moxie-Writer
  • Speaking
  • Contact
  • NEWSLETTER
  • Books
  • Single Moms with Moxie podcast

Moxie-Dude

Life updates gone wrong. Or right. I'm undecided.

  • #KitchenFails
  • Writing
  • Teenagers
  • Hamster Ramblings
  • Aging and its niceties
  • Shared Thoughts
You are here: Home / Kids / Nothing is broken. I just need a quick writing fix.

Nothing is broken. I just need a quick writing fix.

October 4, 2013 by Mona Andrei Leave a Comment

312_A

Hello from BlissDom Canada, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!

As you know from reading this post, I’m at BlissDom Canada right now. And so far loving it. Nothing reminds me of the importance of connecting with people in real life like connecting with people in real life.

Confession: I’m actually playing hooky right now. I snuck away from the conference to hide in my room for a bit because I’m kinda missing y’all. True story.

So here’s what’s been going on . . .

Grandma-bamma

As you know from reading this, my grandmother passed away last week. And with her death came a jambalaya of emotions. Apparently death will do that to you – especially when you’re not the one doing the dying.

Of course the base of the emotion is sadness with a nuance of loss. But thinking about grandma finally getting to rest after 98 years and reuniting with her husband (grandpa) also adds a note of relief for her.

The other day as I was caught up in the bubble of my memories of grandma, it suddenly dawned on me that now I’ll get to talk to her whenever I want. This made me feel both melancholic and privileged at the same time. It also made me feel a little selfish because just think: Now grandma will have NO CHOICE but to listen to my incessant ramblings and questions.

Dear Grandma: I promise to try to follow some sort of “visiting hours”. Sort of.

A moment of panick

The first thing I did upon arriving at the hotel yesterday was head up to my room to check out my home for the next few days. There’s just something about hotels that I love. I’m not sure if it’s the absence of the laundry hamper or the solitude of feeling like I’m in my own apartment but I find that hotel rooms are a great inspiration for writing. At home I have nothing under my bed except maybe dust bunnies and the occasional sock. Put me in a hotel room and suddenly that space under my bed becomes home to the muse.

All was well and good until I started unpacking all of my device paraphernalia and realized that I had forgotten part of my laptop charger. At first I was like, “Oh. My. God. THIS CAN’T BE!!!”

My laptop is like my kid that I take everywhere. Forgetting part of the charger is like forgetting to bring diapers while camping with a baby. So yeah. I kind of freaked out.

And then after about 16 hours of trying to figure out a way to revive my dead laptop, something (grandma?) made me pick up my iPad charger and take a closer look at it – as though it held the answer to my problem. AND BY GEORGE IT DID! I’ve never noticed this before but my iPad charger has a similar piece – the SAME piece – that I was missing from my laptop charger! It’s a good thing I’m alone in my room because I was so happy that I couldn’t stop myself from doing the happy dance of all happy dances. It was embarrassing – even to me.

And then I mistook my kid for a porno site

This morning I sent a text to my teens to wish them a great day. Soon after I received a text from someone by the name of “Muffin-factory” saying that they missed me. Call me crazy or maybe just leery but I assumed that “Muffin-factory” was a spamming porn site. So naturally I did what anyone would do with a text from a spamming porn site: I deleted it. The last thing I needed was somebody (read: Greg) seeing a text from somebody called “Muffin-factory” telling me that they missed me.

A few hours later I received another text from “Muffin-factory” asking how my trip was going. Suddenly I was not only being spammed but possibly stalked as well so I replied asking, “Um . . . do I know you???”

The response:

312_B

Now I just feel like a bad mother.

And nothing says, “you better get out of your bubble and back to the conference” like realizing that you’re a crappy mother who can’t even tell the difference between your own son and a spamming porn site.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Share with your followersShare on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter
Share on email
Email
Share on stumbleupon
Stumbleupon
Share on buffer
Buffer
Share on diggit
Diggit
Share on pinterest
Pinterest
Share on reddit
Reddit
Share on tumblr
Tumblr

Filed Under: Kids, mom adventures, Raising teenagers, Random, Technology (sort of), Travelling Adventures, Writing

Reader Interactions

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

A book for single mothers? BOOYAH!

Buzz

“Mona’s ability to mix humor with insight is truly admirable.”
Holly Monteith, Cynren Press






Subscribe!

Enter your email address:
Loading

Recent Posts

  • Dear Single Moms: The ceiling may not have the answers, but I do!
  • Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now. My self-doubt is acting up.
  • The Sisterhood of Single Moms: Because Keeping our Sanity Takes a Village (and a lot of wine)
  • 10 Reasons Why Single Moms Are Superheroes (And Don’t Even Know It!)
  • The truth about why we feel crappy and 4 steps to feeling less crappy

Recent Comments

  • Diane on Dear Single Moms: The ceiling may not have the answers, but I do!
  • Diane on Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now. My self-doubt is acting up.
  • Diane on The Sisterhood of Single Moms: Because Keeping our Sanity Takes a Village (and a lot of wine)
  • Susan McCorkindale on The truth about why we feel crappy and 4 steps to feeling less crappy
  • Diane on The truth about why we feel crappy and 4 steps to feeling less crappy

Archives

  • March 2023
  • February 2023
  • January 2023
  • December 2022
  • November 2022
  • October 2022
  • September 2022
  • July 2022
  • March 2022
  • February 2022
  • January 2022
  • November 2021
  • October 2021
  • September 2021
  • August 2021
  • July 2021
  • June 2021
  • May 2021
  • April 2021
  • March 2021
  • February 2021
  • December 2020
  • October 2020
  • September 2020
  • August 2020
  • June 2020
  • April 2020
  • March 2020
  • February 2020
  • January 2020
  • December 2019
  • November 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • July 2019
  • June 2019
  • March 2019
  • January 2019
  • December 2018
  • November 2018
  • October 2018
  • September 2018
  • August 2018
  • July 2018
  • June 2018
  • May 2018
  • April 2018
  • March 2018
  • February 2018
  • January 2018
  • December 2017
  • November 2017
  • September 2017
  • August 2017
  • July 2017
  • June 2017
  • May 2017
  • April 2017
  • March 2017
  • February 2017
  • January 2017
  • December 2016
  • November 2016
  • October 2016
  • September 2016
  • August 2016
  • July 2016
  • June 2016
  • May 2016
  • April 2016
  • March 2016
  • January 2016
  • December 2015
  • November 2015
  • October 2015
  • September 2015
  • August 2015
  • July 2015
  • June 2015
  • May 2015
  • March 2015
  • February 2015
  • January 2015
  • December 2014
  • November 2014
  • October 2014
  • August 2014
  • July 2014
  • June 2014
  • May 2014
  • April 2014
  • March 2014
  • February 2014
  • January 2014
  • December 2013
  • November 2013
  • October 2013
  • September 2013
  • August 2013
  • July 2013
  • June 2013
  • May 2013
  • April 2013
  • March 2013
  • February 2013
  • January 2013
  • December 2012
  • November 2012
  • October 2012
  • September 2012
  • August 2012
  • July 2012
  • June 2012
  • March 2012
  • February 2012
  • January 2012
  • November 2011
  • October 2011
  • September 2011
  • August 2011
  • July 2011
  • June 2011
  • May 2011
  • April 2011
  • July 2010
  • May 2010

Categories

  • #KitchenFails
  • Aging and its niceties
  • Boyfriend stories
  • Dating
  • Friday Funny
  • Guest post
  • Hamster Ramblings
  • Kids
  • Memory Lane
  • mom adventures
  • Non-travelling Adventures
  • Out & about – because Montreal is contagious
  • Out & About in Montreal
  • Pretending to be a grown-up
  • Raising teenagers
  • Random
  • Shared Thoughts
  • Single moms
  • Solutions to world problems
  • Sponsored Post
  • Technology (sort of)
  • That effin hamster
  • Travelling Adventures
  • Uncategorized
  • Weekly Wrap-up
  • Wordless Wednesday
  • Writing

Meta

  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.org

© 2023 · Moxie-Dude · webmaster