I may have to run away from home (and the internets) to get anywhere on this blasted re-write.
Damn it. 3900 words. That’s eighteen words added today.
Bleh.
I didn’t do too bad in other things. Actually cooked dinner AND did dishes, and looked over the kid’s homework and quizzed her on multiplication while I did. I even vacuumed my room, just because I wanted to. And now I’m going to try going to bed a bit earlier, because I’m tired of eating breakfast at work. I want to eat at home.
Maybe then I could get more work done at work. My desk has done that under-an-avalanche vanishing act again, the damn thing.
I have to remind myself, no one gets it all to balance easily. The day I get work and home and writing and mommying all flowing smoothly…well, then we’ll probably get taken out by an asteroid.
But I am far from the only person struggling with this. And I’m improving. I wouldn’t say every day–it’s very much a matter of struggle, fight, and relapse–but I am making strides forward that stick.
I’m gonna do this, dammit. Starting with going to bed before midnight. Good night, blog world!