It was 10:30 p.m. when I sat down at my computer last night. I'd stopped writing to get my daughter ready for bed, do the nightly chores, and make sure hubby got to bed on time. (He's notorious for staying up too late working in the garage.)
I just wanted to write a few more sentences. Well, the few sentences turned into a few pages. While this is a good thing, it wasn't great for my sleep. I want a job where I can go to work at 10 a.m. and leave at 2 p.m. and still get paid the same. Wouldn't that be great?
I'm finding that it is incredibly difficult to do everything I want to do. There's only so much time for exercising, writing, reading, cleaning, spending time with the kids, with hubby, doing the bills, etc., etc. I don't even watch t.v. anymore, unless it's the weekend and I want to relax with a movie.
Y'know, if I didn't have to work full-time, just think of all the hours in the day I'd have. But this is a catch-22 for me because I HAD that once. And I didn't get nearly enough done. I need the motivation to get up and go to work in the morning and that sets the tone for the rest of the day.
But I digress.
The important thing is that I wrote yesterday. Lots of words. Lots of good words.
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