I don't want to go into what a harrowing day was to-day. I really have other things to write. Not here, but in my novel.
Let's just say that my girls have kept me busy. So busy that my mother worried if something had happened to us because we were gone so long. B was on a movie set all day as an extra. C had dance classes to teach, L had dance lessons to receive, and A just ran around like the five year old whirlwind she is. Of course, I was their chauffeur driving from Bountiful to Draper to Midvale and back. They've been so busy these past two days that not one of them has thought to ask me how my novel is coming. Not even my wife. She's busy working hard — two jobs — and training for a test with the Post Office this Saturday. I don't want you to think that I'm complaining, but it is a bit disheartening. My decision to work on NaNoWriMo was not made lightly. You see, I have these big meetings with my family so we can all be aware of each other's big projects and plans and the only thing that ends up happening in the end is that I'm better organized to help them reach their goals.
How do you fulltime mothers do it? I have almost no time for myself. In fact, in order to have time I have to shave off sleep. On top of home schooling I may have to make greater sacrifices if I want to reach that 50,000 word goal. Tomorrow I have my writing goals, but also I need to finish my work on the second stage of my client's logo. Writing will have to take a back seat again. I guess I'm just frustrated. It's probably my fault. I keep thinking I'm a single guy with plenty of time to kill. I wish I could go back in time, walk up to myself, and give myself a great, big belt in the eye. What a dope I was wasting all that time...
Let's just say that my girls have kept me busy. So busy that my mother worried if something had happened to us because we were gone so long. B was on a movie set all day as an extra. C had dance classes to teach, L had dance lessons to receive, and A just ran around like the five year old whirlwind she is. Of course, I was their chauffeur driving from Bountiful to Draper to Midvale and back. They've been so busy these past two days that not one of them has thought to ask me how my novel is coming. Not even my wife. She's busy working hard — two jobs — and training for a test with the Post Office this Saturday. I don't want you to think that I'm complaining, but it is a bit disheartening. My decision to work on NaNoWriMo was not made lightly. You see, I have these big meetings with my family so we can all be aware of each other's big projects and plans and the only thing that ends up happening in the end is that I'm better organized to help them reach their goals.
How do you fulltime mothers do it? I have almost no time for myself. In fact, in order to have time I have to shave off sleep. On top of home schooling I may have to make greater sacrifices if I want to reach that 50,000 word goal. Tomorrow I have my writing goals, but also I need to finish my work on the second stage of my client's logo. Writing will have to take a back seat again. I guess I'm just frustrated. It's probably my fault. I keep thinking I'm a single guy with plenty of time to kill. I wish I could go back in time, walk up to myself, and give myself a great, big belt in the eye. What a dope I was wasting all that time...
