So I’m writing this on Saturday, and it won’t get posted until Wednesday, because that’s how the blogging thing works for me. I need to get a little ahead because if I don’t life has away of smacking me upside the head and then I miss a post like yesterday.
I’ve been complaining about not being able to write. The new job is brutal. There just isn’t a moment in the day to type a single word, and that means I’ll have to start getting up at 5 am again. But, as I’ve had to do things like chaperon dances and pick my eldest up at play practice I haven’t been able to get out of bed that early. I’m too tired to write at night, and even if I wasn’t I’d have to stand in line to get on a computer.
In an effort to give me some time to write my husband took the three youngest away today. And the afore mentioned eldest had a cross country meet and was gone from 12:30 on. So what am I complaining about? Well jeez, have you ever tried to type for eight hours straight? My fingers are doing okay, but my back and brain are just mush. I’m dying to watch a movie, but I if I do for certain they’ll come home and be indignant that I’m not still typing.
It’s much easier to type day by day that try and shove it all in on a Saturday. And I do appreciate the effort made on my behalf, BUT I WANT TO STOP NOW! I’m tired and cranky and freaking Diet Coke is BAD for you, but what the heck else can I drink? Vodka? Oh I can see it now. They all come trouping in and find their mom sloshed and snoring on the couch.
I’ve decided I can’t to Nanowrimo. 50,000 words in one month would put me in the loony bin for sure.