We are in week two of school. I am sitting in a mostly clutter-free living room, the dog asleep at my side. After spending the first hour of E's naptime cleaning, tidying, doing dishes, prepping dinner, paying bills, and emailing, I am here. Sitting in front of my computer.
With a blank screen and a baby monitor hissing the almost silent noises of my used-to-be-a-baby.
I wanted this time to write. I was so looking forward to having this time - the mornings when E's in school and the afternoons when E naps and Z is still in school - to not only get things together in the house but to get things together IN MY LIFE. Chief among the things I wanted to do: write more.
If only it were that simple.
So far I've managed to pack my free time with long overdue doctor's appointments (Pap smear and mole check ahoy!) and assorted house projects. The free hours are much more easily frittered away than I realized.
I wanted to find more space in my day for this blog, but also for bigger things. I have an idea that really excites me for a novel (Ambitious!) and I have written exactly none of it. I have ideas for posts that I could market as a freelancer. I have written none of them.
I will start today. With this blog post.
Hmmm, maybe it is that simple.
(And the toddler, on cue: "Mommyyyyyyy!!!!")
(Inspired by Jennifer at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Heather at The Extraordinary Ordinary.)