I feel for all those bloggers that have to utilize their nights and weekends writing.
Life is too distracting when my family is home to be very creative, especially since my desk is right in the middle of the chaos. During the school week, my ability to gaze out my front windows, absorbing the sunlight and the trees, is only skewed by seasonal rain or snow. Then, of course, I can get lost for hours in the moisture rich skies. There are no children running through the house, football watching husbands shouting at the TV screen or pressing schedules. Plus, when everyone is home, I feel guilty taking too much “me time”. I feel like I need to be physically busy, not just mentally moving. Unfortunately, though, I haven’t been very good at balancing my writing time with my housecleaning, resulting in my husband wiping a wall of dust off of his nightstand this weekend when he reached for the remote control.
I was incredibly embarrassed.
Add to the fact that The Hare needed more attention due to minor oral surgery on Thursday, and The Tortoise has come down with some sort of head-cold, I have been needed in areas other than the laundry room. Monday was my opportunity to tackle the grocery shopping and cleaning. In my head, I really thought I could get it all done in a few hours, leaving me time to write. But by six o’clock, I was still in my bleach-stained cleaning pants with a mop in one hand and a spoon in the other stirring potato soup. I was asleep by 10pm, which is highly unusual, but I had three clean bathrooms and bedrooms, vacuumed carpets, mopped tile, glistening granite, organized shelves, folded laundry and dust-free rooms from top to bottom. And a kitchen full of fresh produce and usable groceries.
I was incredibly productive.
As I sit down this morning, for the first time in weeks, my conscience is clean too. I didn’t realize how burdened and cluttered my brain had become from neglecting the space around me. I had developed tunnel vision, only looking at the pictures on my desk or the view out my windows and ignored the dried toothpaste on the bathroom counter. Three days away from my craft made me a bit anxious, cementing in my mind that this is more than just a hobby but a passion. However, now that I have sweated Pine-Sol and waded through elbow grease, I also see that I can’t neglect the other things I am passionate about: taking care of my family and my home. The scales were weighted unevenly and balance needed to be restored.
I was incredibly unbalanced.
And now, I’m not.
So, please, if you have any words of wisdom about how to get it all done on a daily basis, I am all ears.