Life and all that Crap
So, I've been gone for a few days. Nothing out of the ordinary going on, just me, my work, and my family trying to stay together, functioning, and a little bit more out of the red. See, I work a 40+ hour work week. So does my husband. And this parenting thing takes me to levels of tiredness I didn't know existed 8 years ago. But I love it. And I love my family. However, from time to time, I need a break from the multitudes of multitasking I do throughout my days/weeks/months/years. The last few days? It's been blogging. But since blogging has been my only outlet for writing over the last couple of days--well, it hurt me. If I don't write, I get grumpy... and I think I've said this before.
Anyway, all this self pity is just about a simple fact, I need to "let go" of a few of my current responsibilities. It can't be laundry or housecleaning as we are barely making it through the weeks with clean underwear in these parts. And the house had dust balls the size of my cats. So both of those chores need to be addressed. AT LEAST as little as I am doing right now. But my other commitments? Day job has to be done still to pay the bills. Mothering doesn't stop EVER. But writing weekly book reviews? That can slide. How about my weekly writing of the serial fiction story? Well, that is already gone to biweekly anyway.
As much as this pains me, I'm giving up my reading habits for a while. Sure, I'll still do book reviews but not as often. I need time to write my own stuff--whether blogging or short stories or novels that may never be published. It's important. It's my life. It's what makes me want to get up in the morning.
So, that's that. And I feel like crying. But I also feel a deep sigh of relief coming over my shoulders. I need a life I can be happy about. Running to and fro and reading too fast to enjoy ANY book, is not a way to live it at the moment. Especially when my knee-biting daughter is every so clingy right now. It's hard enough to get my normal obligations done, so I need to be happy I get any extra-curricular in. Especially if it is writing.
Anyway, all this self pity is just about a simple fact, I need to "let go" of a few of my current responsibilities. It can't be laundry or housecleaning as we are barely making it through the weeks with clean underwear in these parts. And the house had dust balls the size of my cats. So both of those chores need to be addressed. AT LEAST as little as I am doing right now. But my other commitments? Day job has to be done still to pay the bills. Mothering doesn't stop EVER. But writing weekly book reviews? That can slide. How about my weekly writing of the serial fiction story? Well, that is already gone to biweekly anyway.
As much as this pains me, I'm giving up my reading habits for a while. Sure, I'll still do book reviews but not as often. I need time to write my own stuff--whether blogging or short stories or novels that may never be published. It's important. It's my life. It's what makes me want to get up in the morning.
So, that's that. And I feel like crying. But I also feel a deep sigh of relief coming over my shoulders. I need a life I can be happy about. Running to and fro and reading too fast to enjoy ANY book, is not a way to live it at the moment. Especially when my knee-biting daughter is every so clingy right now. It's hard enough to get my normal obligations done, so I need to be happy I get any extra-curricular in. Especially if it is writing.
