Happy October from the Mom of a Kid Who Hates Pants

autumn colorful leaves backgroundThe sun sets earlier now, the days are slowly cooling down. All around us the trees gradually change from green to varying shades of reds, oranges and yellows.

I love this time of year for so many reasons. I embrace the cooler temps and the cozy sweaters. I happily trade in my flip flops for a pair of cute boots. I look forward to making a cup of hot tea before I sit down at the desk in the morning to write and actually drinking it without breaking into a sweat.

I love everything about fall.

Or at least I did until I had kids.

Spring and Fall are seasons of transition, at least in this part of the globe. While I may be thrilled to change over my entire wardrobe, there are others in my home who are considerably less enthusiastic about changing theirs.

As a mom to a kid with autism, even high functioning, I anticipate some of the challenges I will face from day-to-day while other challenges still seem to hit me completely off guard even when I know they are coming.

Even when I start giving warnings in mid- September with concrete boundaries. As in, “On October 1st, I am putting away the shorts and we will have to wear long pants.”

Period. The end.

It’s still a struggle. Who knew that long pants could cause so much revolt and strife? To me, they are simply shorts, only longer. Yeah, okay, it feels a little weird on my legs after so many months of being bare, but I adapt to the funny feeling quickly enough. To me, it’s more important not to freeze.

But maybe I’m just an odd ball?

For my son, who doesn’t adapt quite so easily to different sensory inputs, the day I declared it “no more shorts day” I might as well have been heralding the apocalypse. The world will never be the same. How will we go on?

Yes, even with the warnings that this day would come, my morning was met with screams and resistance.

Why do I love this time of year so much?

When my brisk walks through the park kicking dry leaves under my feet are overshadowed by the constant fight to get dressed in the morning?

Because you know, long pants are only the beginning.

There will be coats. (shudder)

Sigh. No matter what, being a mom is never easy and there are always going to be battles whether they are battles of will or battles of routine and sensory perceptions.

Put on the pants and maybe, just maybe, I’ll treat you to a cup of hot chocolate to make up for it? ;-)

Just breathe… And let there be pumpkins and Halloween decorations! It’s October!


#ScintillatingSunday Hopeless Peril, The Kiss

scintillating sundayGreetings! Well, what do you know… I have finally resolved the wordpress issues that have kept me away since mid-April. Okay, so they kind of resolved themselves once I finally updated my browser, but I’m ecstatic to finally be able to access and post on my blog again. (It’s the little things.)

What better way to dive back into my blog, than to do it with a big splash. It’s summer, after all, and summer is hot. While my main writing focus is paranormal,  romance often sneaks its way into my stories so I’ve decided to give the Scintillating Sunday blog hop a try and share some spicy stuff.

Tthe rules are simple. Eight words, eight sentences, or eight paragraphs of our choosing, so long as they are “scintillating”. I hope I can live up to that. Want to join in the fun? You can find the rules and the sign up for next week on the main blog page HERE

.Enjoy my snippet and be sure to sample the other participants as well. No doubt, you will not be disappointed.

My snippet comes from my current work-in-progress, Commitment.. Whether or not this snippet survives the edits is yet to be determined. ;-)


          What difference would one kiss make? Her lips could sweep over his and then he would disappear just as he’d done before and nothing in her life would change. She would still be in the same hopeless peril with the same lonely future staring back at her. She didn’t need Kent in her life. She didn’t need any man but for some reason, she wanted him.

Olivia closed her eyes and lifted her lips to his, a surprisingly easy distance to close since he’d lowered his face in anticipation of this moment. His arms pulled her in and the passion flared. Lips parted, he invited her to taste him and she did so, gratefully. She sank into his arms and crushed her chest against his, feeling the heat and the strength envelope her. Time stood still while they tempted each other with their lips and tongues and then just as abruptly, he let her go.

“What are you doing?” he whispered breathless, the desire evident on his face as he searched her eyes for some meaning or motivation behind what had just happened.

“I don’t know.”

He sighed and glanced at the clock before slowly stroking the top of her arm. She had so many thoughts in her head but she couldn’t seem to put any of them in logical or coherent order so she simply stood there waiting for him to say or do something, to make the next move.

“Is this your way of getting back at Haley?” he asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re mad at her for sleeping with Ryan so now you’ll try to sleep with her brother.”

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