Crap. I’m about to miss blogging for today. Been busy writing stuff for work, things that are required for me to get done. So here I am, scrambling while my wife reads bedtime stories to the kids. I actually have a good portion of today’s blog post in my head, been thinking about it all day. Most of it is gone now, unfortunately. Part of that has to do with the stress of trying to quickly get something done, and partly because I didn’t strike while the iron was hot (so to speak).
Now I’m stuck with this poor excuse of a blog post. I wonder how many others participating in NaBloPoMo get to this position. I also wonder how many of them get to this point so early in the exercise.
I’m hoping to spend some time crafting a much better blog post tomorrow. Maybe it will be at least a skeleton of what I had intended to have done today. Maybe not. At this point I make no promises. I spent too much time today on other work, and tomorrow will likely be the same.
I envy those bloggers who don’t have two jobs, less kids than limbs, or fewer distractions than a person with ADD in a spoon factory. I’m sorry. That was insensitive. To spoons. And limbs.
It would be nice to be able to sit, unfettered, without distractions, and simply write. I started this blog post over an hour ago. I’m sure you didn’t start reading it an hour ago. There is so much going on right now in my house… well, maybe not quite as much right now. Most of the kids are finally in bed. I should use this time to work on a “proper” blog post to replace this piece of garbage. Instead, I’m going to be using this time (after posting this) to work on my website, posting a review, getting things set up for tomorrow, etc. This will go on until about 10:30 or so when I go to bed. And I’ll go to bed later than I want to and with very little of what I want done accomplished.
That’s my life. Constant distractions (and twitter doesn’t even register on THAT list) and priorities that shift more often than Clint Eastwood changes sides in A Fistful Of Dollars.
While I complain about it, I don’t want it to change. Much. I’d like to get more of my work done during “work” hours, but I love being able to be present in my children’s lives in a major capacity, and not just in amount of time spent, but actual “nurturing” time or whatever you want to call it.
Whenever Ciárán gets hurt, I’m always the one he turns to first for comfort. I like that. Not because it’s an ego boost, but because it means he sees me in that role. Déla and Xavier are equally comfortable with either parent when they get hurt. August wants mom, and that’s just his temperament.
Where was I? Jeez, it’s been an hour and a half. All the kids are in bed and I need to get to work. Time to throw this up on the website, pretend to call it good, and move forward.