You ask how I have time to write these letters.
I don’t.
I’ve actually been trying to write this first line for about two months now. Eventually, I decided to buckle down and do what we all do when we need to, or want to do something. There are only two options – do it while the kids are up and ignore them. Or wait till the kids are asleep and ignore your husband.
Now, when I first started to write this, I was exercising option one. That is, until my daughter laid across my lap, giggling ‘mommy, mommy…I can eat you…”, and I found myself getting mad at her for not giving me an ounce of breathing room the second I dared to take some time for myself. She won that battle. And the pen is currently stuck in the book on the window sill, next to the dirty diaper and box of wipes.
So, option two presented itself. My children are asleep, I just finished my schoolwork for the evening – God bless online universities – and I’m typing away, as if still engulfed in schoolwork, as my husband does his work, and I avoid doing the do. Not that I don’t love, the do, but who has time. Yes its great and all that , but really, the shear time it takes, I mean…who has that kind of time anymore. Anyway, I should go now…he’s going to be on to me any moment now, so I’d better get into my night time routine and jump into bed before he remembers that I made some promises to him tonight. Adios,
