I’m not talking about more time in weeks, just, you know, an extra half hour (or even an hour) to myself a day. I can normally squeeze two hours out of a day to get my own thing done, but lately it seems to have compacted itself down to one hour which usually coincides with the time of day I need to eat at. Which cuts that hour down by a little bit.
Ug. I hate it. And I am so frustrated about it.
But the other stuff is important. Really important.
I’ve been spending most of my nights watching various DVD’s with hubby – something we’ve not done a lot of until recently. He tends to watch sports/play games and I tend to get some more writing done but I’ve noticed that we’re gravitating back towards just wanting to hang out, just the two of us at nights, while we still can. It’s natural. It’s important. I love spending time with him. I don’t love so much that it means I only have daytime hours to write in though.
Daytime hours in which Miss L is sleeping for less, and I seem to need to spend more time feeding…. gee if I don’t eat I start feeling unwell, so I can’t really skip out on the meals at the moment!
I’m hoping that magically, there will suddenly be more time over the next few weeks. I’ve got exciting writing stuff afoot. I want to burn through the words and get these ideas out of my head. I want to enjoy some fast and loose writing while I still can.
So I’m sending a message to the Universe. I need some more time. Just, lengthen the day a little, get my baby to sleep longer, put some more exciting sports matches on the TV, throw us some extra cash so hubby can buy a new game or something, or magically get the kids to play nicely together for a half hour after school without needing too much intervention/mediation. A couple of these things would do. I’d be totally cool with just an extra half hour and I PROMISE I’ll use it wisely.