My oldest is going to be five in February, and hasn't napped with any frequency for almost a year.
I chose to ignore this fact and call two to three hours a day "quiet time." I banished him to his room with some books and toys, and told him that he couldn't come out until his little brother woke up from his nap.
This worked out marvelously for about a year. Baby slept. Oldest learned self-regulation. I got to write.
Alas, though, times have changed. For a variety of reasons too tedious to explain, Owen is now downstairs with me during Joel's nap-time. It was time.
I tired to write while he was downstairs for a couple of days. I couldn't concentrate.This may explain the preponderance of posts involving the Pope.
I found myself pecking at a screen while my son played by himself in the backyard. It was a breathtaking fall day---just a hint of chill in the air, sunshine, glorious light.
And here I was, answering emails and checking my Facebook account.
Such a waste. I will never have that afternoon again.
So, things are going to change. The computer will remain off during the day. After they go to bed, I will have a conversation with my husband before I log in. I will write at the end of the day, and I will probably post far less frequently.
I only get to do this once. If I'm going to write my life, I had better start living it.
That being said...I am the featured writer for the Red Dress Club. This is a wonderful group of women writers.
Their weekly red writing hood challenges have really kick-started my fiction. Please consider joining them on Friday. Also, go ahead and click over to read my profile. I won't mind that one bit.