It was a typical night, kids running around beginning to whine because they were hungry. With supper nearly ready and my husband done with his workout I quickly cut his hair, placating the kids with string cheese. Finished, I put the clippers in the aged shoe box my husband’s grandma used as a carrying case and shoved the box in the cabinet above the toilet so I could put the food on the table.
Just as we sat down one of my two year olds, with an edge of panic in his voice, informed us he had to go potty. I helped him take off his pants and underwear, he did his thing and came back to the kitchen (no flush was heard even when asked if he had and nodded yes). Everyone dressed and at the table we began to eat when a loud crash came from down the hall. My husband leaned backwards and looked, with a shrug he told me it looked like the hair clippers had fallen. Unconcerned we went back to our meal, we could pick it up later.
We survived yet another evening meal, a success considering the kids each ate a little bit. I had started to clean up when from the bathroom I hear my husband calling my name. He sounded worried so I went to check it out. The picture above was the sight to greet my eyes, in an un-flushed toilet no less, which I of course had the pleasure of fishing in.
Moral of the story? Even when you think you are ready for the next step, the next fun thing, take your time. With a complete book the temptation to immediately send out queries to potential agents is strong, practically all I can think about. But I know that the more I polish, the more feedback I glean, the better result I will receive. So instead of rushing and not checking to make sure the hair cutting shoe box is safely put away, I am making myself edit and research.