Finding the time to write has been a little more difficult than I thought. In fact, playing mom means I’ve had to learn to let some things go—things that would’ve irritated the hell out of me in the past. I’ve learned not to let the cluttered coffee table, dusty furniture, or unswept floor drive me crazy. Prioritization… what a bitch. All it means is that today the laundry is more important than the floor (again). I’ve even let my Morning Pages go. It’s been at least a month since I’ve written my pages, and even then they weren’t written first thing in the morning. It was more like I scribbled away whenever I got the chance—2am after feeding the baby, 11am after putting her down for her mid-day nap. And then it was write a page here, half a page there. I think that’s part of why I’ve had to let that drop for a little while. Don’t know when I can make it a regular thing again especially now that I’m back to work.
Still… I have to say that it’s all worth while. Watching her cute little face smile at me is worth putting up with the dusty furniture (although I’ll need to get to it SOMEtime). I’m even past the cabin fever now. I wouldn’t mind staying home with her everyday if I could. It helps that she’s finally sleeping through the night and the gas problem’s been resolved. For someone who was once afraid of becoming a mother, I sure am enjoying the hell out of it.
