If you’re just landing here for the first time…welcome! You may want to read about Restless Roost or go back to the beginning to read the posts in sequential order to get an idea of the purpose of this blog. Or, you could start here and go in reverse. Or…well…I could simply step back, try not to be my usual controlling self, and just let you figure it out for yourself.
I made it to Day Ten. I found pockets of time each day to sit alone with my thoughts and write. It was not easy. In fact, it was much more challenging than I thought, especially after I returned to work after the holiday break. Instead of having a whole day full of leisure, I had a window of about four hours in which to write before bed (that’s assuming bedtime is before 9, a reality for me these days). Those four hours also included time for making and eating dinner, visiting with the girls and Liam, giving baths and snuggles, blowing lots of noses, and reading bedtime stories.
I’m glad I stuck with it; there were a couple of nights when I didn’t think I’d be able to pull it off. That being said, I am still going to try to write and post daily. However, based on my experience this past week, I know that it is not likely to be a reality over the course of the year, given a baby is set to arrive on the scene in under three months’ time. I had to sacrifice too much time with the girls and Liam when we already have a limited amount of time together during the week. The blog may end up becoming a weekend only blog, or a three or four-posts-a-week blog. (I just read about how stockpiling posts on the weekends can help ease the pressure of writing everyday, so that might be a possibility).
For now, I’ll just take it one day at a time and see how it goes. And I’m OK with that. Hear that, husband? As usual,
I was, you were right.