BattyPosted: May 15, 2014
The goblins have been quite draining the past couple weeks. I don’t want to rant about it. Kids are hard. It’s life, right?
And yet, other than a rant, I’m finding it difficult to write at all. I need to write. It feels like ages, but by the end of most days I’ve got nothing left to focus.
Most of our free time has been exploring new parts of the city by bike. One thing I should be thankful for is that my whole family is quite cooperative when it comes to my exercise time. The goblins generally sit pretty well in the trailer, but we’ll be lucky to get this summer out of it, since my oldest complains of her knees hurting after a while.
So far we’ve found a new river trail. Well, more like swamp and occasional homeless person trail, but it’s quite peaceful. The goblins went wild in a massive field of dandelions. I busted my legs getting all the way from our west-side house down to the lakefront…but there really isn’t much for kids their age down there. It was a really windy day, not that cold, but cold enough with the wind off the water. The photo above belies the fact that they only wanted to stay about five minutes.
Sometimes all the housework gets to me. There’s always something to get done, and it either cuts into my time, fun parenting time, or school time. I’ve been choosing the former lately and I think it’s catching up to me. Writing is an important outlet and neglecting it unbalances me psychologically.
Work is really, really getting to me. Both the Alchemist and I want weekends together, especially now with the weather so nice. But we can’t. Not yet. We’re close, though. Close enough I spent a few minutes penciling numbers this morning to check. Eight and a half years of mandatory weekends…it gets old.