Now that we're back home and things can settle down, I've found I really
missed writing every day. And since I've been feverishly sewing
Halloween costumes this morning, I haven't been able to really get back
into it yet. But since my 19-month-old is down for a nap, I'll
have a little while to get some kind of writing done (fingers crossed),
so a blog post it is.
And with that intro, I'll tell
you how I write with two kids at home: I don't write nearly as much as
I'd like (big surprise). But that's because being a mother comes first.
Always. Being a mother is the best, hardest, most exhausting, most
rewarding, most aggravating, most love-filled job in the world.
There are times I want to pull my hair out, lock myself in my room, and
just be alone for an hour. But that's just not going to happen,
especially since my four-year-old stopped napping quite a bit ago. So
while my little one is napping, I've been trying to teach my oldest that
that time is sacred. It's my writing time.
Then I go into
frantic fingers mode. I try to get as much done as I can during those
precious moments. And bless my oldest, she generally does a pretty good
job playing by herself during that time. But sometimes she won't be put
off, and so we have fun together. I figure writing can wait until later
because being a mommy is the most important thing I can be doing right
now.
So I take whatever snippets of writing time I
can get. I focus on nap time especially, but I'll squeeze in a minute
here and there while my girls are playing nicely together (and wish my
hardest that it doesn't end in a fight). It's not ideal. I'd love an
entire day away where I can do nothing but write. But I wouldn't trade
being their mother for anything.
And I know it's worth it when my four-year-old says, "I want to be a mommy just like you."