What I’d like is two extra daylight hours, preferably sandwiched into each day in a time warp of sorts so that no one realizes I’ve slipped away for two hours. Really, I want my own personal wrinkle in time so that no one looks up and says, “Where’s Mom?” and comes looking for me.
I’m treading water and I’d really like to start swimming, making forward progress with my inelegant breaststroke (I never put my face under water). I have places to go! Things to do! And I’m just splashing around, making waves, but not going anywhere.
I know. What am I talking about? Don’t you hate it when people are vague like this?
Well, the truth is that I wish I had a lot more time to be creative, to be silent and creative. I’d love to sew again, but that’s not what’s nipping at my heels and elbows while I bob around. No, I am trying to write, to create a world with words and it’s really tough when my days are full of interruptions and my nights are short-sheeted by fatigue.
I know we all have twenty-four hours in the day . . . anyone want to hand over two of their daily hours to me so I can have twenty-six?
(By the way, I posted my kids’ favorite Crock-pot meal on the other blog, The Amazing Shrinking Mom.)