It’s happened more times than I can count. The doorbell rings, I open the door, and somebody stands there with their mouth open, their gaze hovering somewhere half a foot above my head.
“I’m wearing my bunny ears, aren’t I?” I ask. They nod. I shake my head, sign for the package or whatever, and leave them to wander back to their car in confusion. I’ve startled the UPS guy more times than I can count. The poor delivery man who brought our delicious lemon chicken. Girl scouts. Boy scouts. People from religious groups. Campaigners.
Before you start thinking that I’m just a Playboy Bunny wannabe, let me assure you that isn’t the case. No, it’s something different than that. I have small children. I slush for a magazine. Children + Magazine = Mrs. Frank from Donnie Darko.
My kids constantly interrupt me while I’m writing, and that’s fine. That’s something that I do for me, and the kidlets come before my things. Besides, they’re young. They can’t get their own snacks and they still need help climbing onto the potty. Mama is available whenever they need her, end of story.
Except when it comes to reading slush for Shock Totem. This isn’t my work anymore; it’s somebody else’s. As a writer myself, I get that. I know how much work goes into the creation, the polishing, the honing, and the submission of a piece. That story is going to get its fair shake, and that won’t happen if I’m interrupted five times while reading it. Hence the black lace bunny ears.
When Mama puts on the bunny ears, she becomes Mama Slush Bunny. She’s working, and isn’t to be interrupted while those ears are on. It’s a fun visual that my children easily understand. I don’t abuse the ears. They’re for slushing and slushing only, and I slush in short bursts so it’s manageable for the kidlets. But even though they’re funny, the ears mean that it’s time to be serious. No gouging out each other’s eyes until they come off. It simply isn’t allowed. My only concern is that my daughter told a neighbor the other day that “Mommy puts on bunny ears before going to work.” I can only imagine what she thought. 😛
We all have tricks up our sleeves when it comes to writing/working/slushing with our little ones around. The ears work wonders for me. What works for you?