Day 13 of the 19 day blogging spree for Top Military Mom! If you have a second, pretty, pretty, pretty please go click on THIS VOTING LINK and vote, because it’s a tight race, and I would adore some support! (Seriously, it’s only a click, just a little, bitty click!) Did you click? Okay, let’s go on…
Life is interfering.
In what? EVERYTHING.
I write a lot about balance, achieving this perfection where everything gets done, and everything is Pottery Barn perfect. Well, the balance that never quite happens when Jason’s gone. That whole concept just flies right out the window and runs down the street screaming.
This week, I’ve had every intention of getting on top of everything. Sure, if I tried hard enough, I could entertain kiddos, scour the house, outline my new book, critique a few manuscripts… you know, the norm. This is so not the case. This week was about putting out fires.
It’s seems like every time I sit down to write a daily blog, it’s no longer today, but tomorrow. Even right now, it’s 1:07 AM, and I just finished the third load of dishes for this evening. 200 cake pops will mess up a kitchen, I tell you! But the kids are asleep, and this is the only guaranteed quiet I have during my day.
I’m seem to be an insomniac because it’s the only time of day I have to myself.
With the boys home for summer, there’s never a moment during my day I can get in a half-hour of work without refereeing a fight, fixing a snack, cleaning up a mess, bandaging a skinned knee, or re-bandaging one when Brody picks the scab off. This isn’t anything extraordinary, it’s simply the life of a stay-at-home mom. But when you’re trying to work from home, it’s a wee bit more challenging. Like, slightly impossible.
We have quiet time set, but even during that precious time, I find myself on the kids at first like:
If by chance 30 minutes does pass without interruption, I have to admit, I’m kind of like:
Boys, please, for the love of Pete, get along for just a little bit. I promise, it will not kill you.
Night is the only time I have a quiet home, where the only noises to interrupt me are the obnoxious snores of Diesel as our Sausage-shaped English Bulldog sleeps underneath my raised recliner. Night time is when I can lose myself in a manuscript, throw in one last chore, or write a blog. 😉 Truth is: there’s simply too much to get done during the day for the hours we have to do it in.