Recently, someone left a comment asking me about time management, i.e. how I juggle the mom thing, and the writing thing, and the TV/Pop Culture thing. I’ve been hesitant to respond, because I worry that in doing so, it will seem like I actually AM able to juggle all of this, which I am not entirely sure of. Honest truth: it is day to day.
I used to be incredibly disciplined about my writing. I wrote seven days a week, two hours a day, until a book was done. If I skipped a day, or even cut one short, I felt horribly guilty and stressed out. Since I had my daughter, though, I don’t have the luxury of control over my own schedule like I used to. I AM very fortunate to have wonderful babysitters, though, who come five days a week (when all is running as it should) for a few hours in the afternoon, so I can work. It is always tempting to spend that time doing laundry, or paying bills, or working out (which I desperately need, let me tell you, especially since I have to put on a bathing suit in a few weeks) but I have to be REALLY disciplined and sit down at the computer instead. It is My Time, the Only Time I Know For Sure I Can Work. So I do. And if the babysitter cancels, or it’s a weekend, I just don’t get to write. And you know what? Contrary to how I felt the last few years, the world does not end. In fact, I am tempted to say that the book I am working on right now might be even BETTER for the breaks I’ve taken from it, here and there, to mull things over and rest. But I guess only time will tell.
So mornings are for my baby, and errands, and my To Do list. Afternoons are for work. Early evening: bath, books, and bed. (For the baby, not for me. Although it is tempting, at times, to go down with her, even if it IS still light outside.) Then, I usually get to eat (if I’m lucky) and settle down with my DVR (super lucky) for a little escapism, or get into bed early with a good book (finished Tom Perrotta’s latest yesterday, SO GOOD!). The next day, rinse and repeat. With, of course, allowing for the crazy variations that always come up. The truth is, some days are great. Some are terrible. Some days I feel like I’m actually making headway, others I am sure I have gone backwards, if not downwards. But that’s the way it is for everyone, right? We are all just, as Owen Armstrong would say, doing the best we can, under the circumstances. And that is just fine.