I use to be able to sit down and write endlessly. I could type daily and feel good. Now I can barely get the words out. I know I have complained about this before. It's an endless torture. I of course have only myself to blame. I ultimately am the one that fills my time. I work. I play. I don't write.
I tell myself I will try daily. And daily fails. Then weekly. Fail. Not monthly. More than yearly. I find that the words come then vanish just as quickly. I feel frustrated. Angry. I give up.
The giving up is easy.
I am a product of a divorced family. Try explaining why you have two moms and two dads to a seven year old, it goes something like this:
Son: "Mom, why does your mom live in Wisconsin and your dad in Tennessee?"
Me: "Well mommy's mommy and daddy are divorced and my mommy and daddy don't love together."
Son: "You and daddy are divorced?"
It's a hard thing to explain and harder since there are few relatable characters for him to refrence , it is always easier to explain with characters that he sees on T.V. or in a book. Nolan is getting more curious about the world around him, he is starting to see differences and question them.
One of our favorite shows to watch is Arthur. Arthur has tackled some really cool issues that kids today face. Last year I was happy to see that Arthur brought on a character with Aspergers, Binky Barnes has a peanut allergies and Buster Bunny's parents are divorced. Using Buster's family has helped my kids…
Poor day 4, she got NOTHING! I was busy, like sometimes I will be. I did find my me-time yesterday. Mostly I found that space in the house where noise seem to cease to exist. It is glorious. And even thought I forgot/was to busy to write, I had a moment.
A moment is better than nothing.