If It's Not One Thing, It's Ten Others

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Again. Really, I haven't.

I'll be honest, every time I sign on to the internet at night, I see my blog as the homepage and I think to myself that I really should write another entry. But there are only so many hours in the day, and I have a ton of stuff on my plate right now. The evening is my only free time at the moment, and when that rolls around, I have to choose whether I'm going to write, work on the business I would like to get off the ground one day, or do housework.

Yes, housework. Because I can't seem to get ahead much during the day, when I have a baby that toddles along after me, undoing 98 percent of what I try to clean. There's also bills, the lawn, a garden I'm trying desperately to get planted and failing miserably at because there's always something else that has to be done instead, like running errands or trying to get the roofer guy contacted about fixing our roof, or the carpet guy about replacing the carpet downstairs already, because it's been months that we've been without carpet down there, and I'm tired of feeling like an animal penned up in a small cage by being forced to stay upstairs all day with the kids. (And let's face it, there's a lot more for the little guy to mess up and get into with the number of rooms upstairs, versus one big room to play in downstairs.)

Even when I decide to write in the evening, I have to decide what in the world to work on, because there are starting to be a lot of demands on that front, between the book that I want to get edited already and start sending out to publishers, and the stuff that other people ask me to write, whether it's for a journal or the shared world project, Areceia, that I am working on with other writers.

What's really going on right now, when you get right down to it, is that I am overtired and overworked. Blogging just isn't a priority these days, even though I know it probably should be. But something has to give, right? More than one something, usually. And a lot of times, it's something that I don't want to have to give up or put off, but there it is. What else is to be done?

I used to think that if I were better organized, my life would be so much easier. Sadly, that's just not true. There's only so much that organization will help you, sometimes. Particularly when one has small children around the house that one must look after all day.

Perhaps, though, just perhaps, it will get a little better in the future. My husband and I have been kicking around the idea of him quitting his second job, so that he isn't working seven days a week anymore; if he were home on the weekends, he could help out more and take over some of the crap that's been settled on my shoulders with everything else.

The only problem is that we need the money from his second job right now, and I'm not altogether comfortable with him just quitting it. I don't have my other business anywhere near ready to launch, considering that I almost never get to work on it, with all of the other demands in my life right now. So there will be no cushion from that.

One of his coworkers suggested a solution that might work better for us, for the time being: working only one weekend day each week, and then alternating between it being a Saturday or a Sunday, week to week. Eric will have to speak to his boss about it next weekend. So we will see...

In some actual good news, however, I turned in the first installment of a story for the Areceia project, called Heart of a Warrior. Now I'm going to work on Anemone's Song for a few days while I have a chance. My son has surgery on Tuesday, and I don't know that I will have much of a chance to write for a few days following that.

I just hope it goes well.