I have often had people ask me how I make time to blog, to knit, to write, and all of the other things that fill up my stay-at-home-mom days. Thankfully, my girls go to nursery 2 1/2 days a week, so that gives me time to keep the house in (some) order and to do the web writing and editing of my novel.
But the other stuff…well, I make time. I knit while we’re watching a television show, while the girls are eating lunch, and while we’re sitting in the car between activities. I find the time, because I love it. Most of my knitting happens after the girls are in bed at night, because I find it so easy to do while watching a movie with Marcus or while he plays video games. But I make time for it during my day because it keeps me sane.
As for blogging, I make time for that too. I usually like to blog while the girls are at school (like now) or when we just wake up in the morning. The girls wake up, eat breakfast, and watch a show or two, and I’ll catch up on emails, the news, and blog if I have something blog-worthy to say (and sometimes, even if I don’t).
I might get interrupted, and have to leave the blog alone and return, but typically, I can whip one out fairly quickly if I’m so inclined.
Yesterday morning, however, I laughed out loud and knew you’d appreciate what truly goes on in my house while I’m blogging.
I heard Kicka go into the kitchen. I heard her riffling in the bread bag and getting a piece.
I finished writing, ears poised to hear and intervene in whatever trouble she might get herself into, but heard nothing.
And then, in she walked.
Yes, that’s bread in her hand. And those globs all over it? Butter. That little stinker got the butter and butter knife (which I’d left on the counter…bad mommy!) and buttered herself a slice of bread. Bless her, she was so darned proud of herself!
I make time for blogging, knitting, writing, and all the other things that make me who I am. But my girls…they just are.