So the Mister has taken the two youngest to the pool for a swim and to burn off any excess energy that is lingering from a morning of not much. Giving me a few moments alone and unattended in the house. The house that is relatively together and not in desperate need of attention. For a change.
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Sure the washing machine is beeping and the dishwasher waiting to be emptied and refilled, but they can all wait a little longer. The floors have been vacuumed and yesterday they were even mopped. The load in the machine is only pool towels, which signifies the washing is essentially under control. The pool towels only get washed when everything else is out the way.
All the indicators point to it being ok for me to be here.
The eldest has headed to the local shopping centre to wander around with a friend. Apparently as a twelve year old that is what you do these days.
I try to rewind my mind back to twelve but honestly it seems so long ago. So so long ago.
I start to wonder if I ever was twelve? Of course I must have been. It's not like I went from being eleven to being thirteen. Twelve had to have been in there.
It all seems so foggy and hazy. Such distant memories, tightly locked away, supposedly for safe keeping. I know I was twelve the first time I met the Mister. He made my heart stop and race all at once, even then. I might not have had much to do with boys at that stage but boy did I want to.
Working out the maths for how long ago I was twelve makes my mind want to explode because all I really want to do is write, not worry about what it is like having a twelve year old daughter and whether or not I am doing an ok job or not out at keeping her safe. And I must definitely do not want to work out how long ago I was twelve.Which is all totally ridiculous because I am only 35.
I just want to write!!
Despite the quiet grumbles from my stomach I opt for spending time here rather than in the kitchen. Because that is how much I want to write. And there are no children here and there is no reason why I shouldn't just sit down and write.
It is after all day ten of Nanowrimo and I am yet spit out more than a few pages of handwritten scrawl. (Which I am certain is nothing but complete awesome because of the emotional throws I was experiencing at the time)
This year I seem to know more people than ever before giving it a go, Nanowrimo that is. It should inspire me to join their ranks and write away. Yet for some reason I am stumped. I can't seem to make the time to just sit and write.
There just never seems to be enough hours in the day. If only day dreaming were not so time consuming. What with the desire to write, and read, or just create anything really combined with the all the other things that as a mother I am expected to do it so often feels like I never actually get anything done.
Though of course I do. It may not always be what I wanted to do, or even set out to do but things do inevitably get done.
Much like this post. It may not be part of my Nano efforts but it is something, which is always better than nothing. Apparently.
It is most definitely something, it is a start, You working through you're thoughts, clarity and inspiration will come to you, it just may not be today. I Hope you just enjoyed the peace !ReplyDelete
Yep exactly Sarah, it is something! That is the way I look at it as well. I most certainly did enjoy the peace and not surprisingly it did not last nearly long enough! Thanks for dropping inDelete
Yeah Rhianna for giving NaNo a go! I was wondering if you were doing it this year. Best of luck!ReplyDelete
Yes well it turns out that was all the NaNoing I got done. Hope you have had more luckDelete
I must admit my NaNo start is much like yours...we still have another three weeks to catch up right? I think I keep making excuses that I have other things I need to do first, but I don't really know why. Oh well, it's fun connecting with others in the same boat and surely 30,000 or 20,000 is a good attempt? :)ReplyDelete
Good luck! Cheers, Tanya
Any attempt is a good attempt Tanya. Hope the words flowed for youDelete
I hear you on the wanting to write. I just cant seem to say what I want to!ReplyDelete
yep I know that feeling as wellDelete
Glad you were able to find the time to write Rhi - that's more than I can manage lately!ReplyDelete
Thanks, sadly it was fleeting thoughDelete
Every month I try to NaBloPoMo. I tend to start out ok, but like Jess said, I can't seem to say what I want. That & the fact I have 2 x 4yr olds on the go. I hope you enjoyed your quiet alone time.ReplyDelete
Yes two four year olds is quite a handful isn't it?Delete
i am in awe of all the people attempting NaNo - good on you and just keep going as you can xxReplyDelete
It is pretty amazing Deb isn't it.Delete