The words in my head

14 Jun

Right now, I can almost see all the words swirling in my head.  I just don’t seem able to find the time to sit down and write anymore though.  Well, time and motivation.

I’m just going to assume it’s an effect of the moving process.  There are a bajillion and thirty-seven things for me to do.  So obviously, I don’t want to do any of it.  I have that type of personality where I can be busy and productive for days, then turn into a sloth for a few days.

I’m in sloth-phase right now.

Well.  Partially.

Because once Maura comes through that front door, my afternoons and evenings are spent making sure she doesn’t go into hurricane mode.  Or screechy meltdown mode.  Last night, we sat on the couch eating raspberries while waiting for dinner to finish, because she had gotten hangry (you know, so hungry, you get angry?  Hangry.)  Having to be on duty from 2:45 until 9 pm makes me even less inclined to be busy during the school hours.  Because I know I’m going to be constantly on the move, hopping up and down, chasing after Maura.

Eventually though, I will start feeling a bit guilty for being such a sloth and get something done.  Usually laundry.  So. Much. Laundry. But right now, even laundry is a bit futile of a task – our week of summer has ended, we’re back to rain and cloudy and just chilly enough that nothing dries well.  I swear, after two days, my socks were still damp.

It’s hard to be productive when your socks are damp.

But when I pause for breath, or ponder life while hanging all those socks up to dry, I think about what I want to write.  See, I’d gotten to my next word goal in the thing I’m working on, only to realize I didn’t want it to go in that direction.  3,000 words taken out (and saved elsewhere, just in case.)  I’ve been trying to figure out how to get these characters to where they need to go, to the point I know I want them to get.

Hence the swirling words in my head.

I’m ready for life to get a little more settled down.  I know that may not be until September.  In the meantime, I have to clean and organize and do laundry and make sure we have the right documents on hand for the move and fill out end of school year paperwork and fill prescriptions and go to graduations…on top of the daily tending, dressing, laundering, caring of the children.  And of course, buying all the food.

Which is what I should be doing right now.

But I think maybe, I’ll leave the house and go to Starbucks and write for a bit.  I have all weekend for those other things.




6 Responses to “The words in my head”

  1. Sharon Hoover Weidemann June 14, 2013 at 8:13 am #

    Ha ha. My hubby and I are trying to figure out how I can get a break: 15,13,12,11, & 2 year old. One in IV fluids 18 hours a day ( fluids make you pee like a race horse, and she’s got intestinal failure which makes her poop like I don’t know what) plus meds and formula plus life…and hospital stays on occasion. Do you believe here in the u s we can’t find a place for respite with our fragile child? If they’re mentally broken, there’s a place for that. If they’re physically broken there’s a place for that but heaven forbid you have a child with both, you’re just screwed. After five years of this with no significan break and I’m just tired of it all. I still wish we could do coffee, you and I. You are refreshing.

  2. franhunne4u June 14, 2013 at 8:42 am #

    I know this sloth-phase even without children to take care of … If I could be bothered, I’d check, if I grow fur – that would mean, I AM a sloth …

  3. Joy M Newcom June 14, 2013 at 10:46 am #

    Can totally relate. Just swap the diagnosis for a 22-year-old son with intellectual and physical disabilities and your moving craziness with getting an 18-year-old son ready to leave for college. I’m in suspended animation most of the day. Writing in my head. Especially about the car accident that nearly made Son #2’s going to college a mute point.

  4. Jessica June 14, 2013 at 2:51 pm #

    I lived in Japan for a while. The winters where I lived were this very raw cold with moisture. I quickly learned to appreciate fleece and other breathable materials that you could actually get to DRY, at least for a time. No central heating (what, there’s central heating in other parts of the world?), but we had this de-humidifyer. So we emptied out one (!) liter of water a day.

    You forgot cooking all the food 😉

  5. Eileen (@allovus) June 18, 2013 at 2:27 am #

    yay Starbucks!!!!! 😉 xx

  6. lexiemom June 19, 2013 at 9:44 am #

    I completely relate! I go through those supermom/sloth cycles, too. Right now, I have about 5 different blog articles swirling in my head, but between kids & doctors appointments & laundry & general life, I get none of it into the blog-o-sphere. Maybe next week…

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