First let me start off by saying that I love my son more than anything. But after two-and-a-half weeks off of school for winter vacation, I start wishing he was like our pool table in the middle of the living room: something to indulge in recreationally when I’m in the mood. Funny thing about kids is that they’re with you 24/7 whether you’re in the mood for them or not.
A break from the whole routine of school is fine; a break from the whole routine of writing is not. I start getting extremely antsy and cranky when I’m off my routine. If I were in Hawaii, a break from routine would be fine, but at home all I can think of is how much I’m not getting done. (Which led me to the realization that I lack the ability to relax, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue to deal with in therapy.)
I’ll admit I let my son play video games way more than he should. If it affords me the time to get a little writing done, then Gamestop here we come. Yes, I was one of those women who swore I’d never let my child rot his mind with video games, rot his gut with soda, or rot his teeth with candy. That was BK: Before Kids. All those held fast beliefs flew straight out the window in moments of weakness and/or insanity.
I’ve been known to bribe my son with soda to sleep in his own bed, and to ply him with lollipops while I’m trying on clothes in a dressing room. I’ve let him have things he otherwise shouldn’t if I’m in the middle of an important phone conversation. Or huffing and puffing on the treadmill at home. He has impeccable timing, that son of mine.
The writing thing is tough though, because I do it at home. And because I care more about sleep than I do my writing, I have never been one to able to get up at four a.m. or stay awake until the wee hours to write. So I have to squeeze it in when I can. During the vacations from school, it is usually in between a thousand interruptions from my son, as well as his friends.
Here’s how it usually goes…
(Powers up computer)
Once upon –
“Mom, I’m hungry. Make me breakfast.”
“Your son won’t let me play his DSI.”
“The dog pooped in my room again, Mom.”
there was –
“Mom, what’s for lunch?”
a woman who –
“Hurry! Your son fell off his bike and he’s bleeding.”
dreamed of –
“Mom, I’m hungry. Can you make me dinner?”
“Can I have a sleepover at your house?”
to Hawaii –
I’m still hungry, Mom. Can you make me some popcorn?”
Sigh. Well, at least I got some writing done today.
(Shuts down computer)
I’d really love to know how in the hell other people do it.