First bit of writing I’ve done in public in a while and it’s at a busy, kid-filled splash pad. It’s partly cloudy out so I’m actually comfortable sitting outside watching my kids now and that is not a frequent feeling in the middle of July in Texas! This week has been hard. Frustrating - over the uphill climb of trying to clean my house, trying to deal with fighting, needy kids, picking up puppy poop and wanting-a-break-from-being-needed hard. It’s normal stuff. Menial. I know. I know my puppy will eventually potty train and his messes are temporary. I know. I know one day it will be easier to keep house. I know. And I know that my kids are growing fast and that one day I will miss the chaos and the being needed. I know. But sometimes the weight of my responsibilities is heavy and I’m feeling it this week. Despite my grumpy, feel-sorry-for-myself attitude, I’m able to move forward. Continue with my responsibilities. Take my kids to places like –
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.