there really is no question.
For six blissful months, up until about a month ago, I considered myself an intrepid blogger. Three, four or five days a week I would write about my life as a mom, horse lover, and corporate expat. I love to blog. It gives me a place to express the multitude of inane, inconsequential, inappropriate and sometimes inept thoughts that race through my mind hundreds of times each day. More importantly, the blog is a way to record the precious moments of life; cementing both the profound and mundane memories that are made in daily living.
About a month ago I embarked on a new phase of motherhood: mom and chauffer of a kindergartner. This small shift in my schedule has changed my life dramatically. I once rose at about 6:00 a.m. and sat in my quiet office drinking coffee and blogging or writing something or other for the two hours until the kids got up and it was time to begin our family day.
I still get up at six. But now my mornings start with a hurried shower followed by rousing my sleeping kids from their peaceful slumber, force feeding them waffles and oatmeal and then embarking on a rapidly escalating rush to find an unwrinkled khaki skort and two matching knee socks.
Despite the fact that we live less than two miles from Annabelle’s school, we generally pull screeching into the parking lot with 30 seconds to spare before the final bell, weaving our way through the other parents lined up in cars to drop their kids off, and sprinting for the playground so that my girl can line up with her classmates to enter the hallway in an orderly row.
Almost as if she were there on time.
I hug Annabelle and say “Have a good day honey. I love you. Now run!” Then I turn around and walk calmly back to my car, nonchalantly kicking the back door shut as I pass.
The rest of my day should be bliss. I drop Batman off at pre-school and have a solid six hours before I need to reverse my route and pick them up again. Time to grocery shop, do laundry, catch up with friends, work on the company books. Even perchance to blog.
But wait – I have only managed to blog once in the last month. I find it such an odd juxtaposition that my new schedule, which should clearly give me flexibility and tons of spare time has constricted my life so much. Can that be?
Well, it is. Despite the luxury of my newly regular schedule and predictable routine I have found it difficult to adapt and find time to do what I really want to do: clean my closets, ride my horses, go to the gym.
I have missed my blog terribly. I have heard from my faithful readers asking where I have been. They both emailed in one day, even.
So I am re-committing myself to my blog. I don’t know when I will find time to write. Maybe at 5:00 a.m. or at 9:00 p.m., but write I will. I have tons of pent up stories that I don’t want to lose, from Annabelle’s Amazing 6th Birthday Party to watching wild horse herds in the Hard Trigger Management area; Batman’s recent obsession with drawing orange tigers to my re-entry into the horse show world. I promise myself that I will record these and the other notable entries into the record of our lives, to be laughed at, cried about and savored later.
Welcome back to me.