Have you noticed, I’m not blogging as much as I used to blog?
In June, Little A stopped napping. Mind you, she’s still waking up at night more nights than not and she takes anywhere from an hour to ninety minutes to go down at night. And, she’s waking at 5:15 a.m. ready to start her day … she tends to burst into our room, slamming the all wood door, singing, “I sleep good last night, Mommy.”
(Glad someone did.)
That means that from 5:15 a.m. until 8:30 p.m. I am fully, 100% on Little A duty. The child cannot be denied. If I am eating, she sits with me. Or, she sits on the table so I am sure to see her. If, in the mornings, she climbs into bed with me, she won’t let me turn away from her. “I need to see you, Mommy,” she says, tugging my hair until I turn my face to her.
My beautiful, sweet, strong, lovely girl demands a lot from me.
Some days she wears me absolutely thin. Yesterday was one such day. Which means, her being the third child and all, that I had very little left for child one, child two or my spouse. (Note that my own needs didn’t factor into the equation at all.)
Today’s a better day already, and that’s usually how it goes. But I’m not blogging much. Nor am I developing many recipes. She always wants to “help,” so I have to stick with no-brainer type meals. I have committed the few free hours that I have a week when she is in her preschool program to working on my next novel because if I don’t it will never happen.
So, I’m not blogging as much as I used to blog. I’ve got this demanding little creature who “needs to see me.” And, I have another book to write.
You might not be too surprised to learn the main character is an extremely complex, bold woman. Strong, complicated women are kind of my muses.
Just don’t expect the book to come out any time soon. Turns out, the process of raising a strong, bold woman is way more exhausting than writing about one.