I am sensing a pattern

One in which I only ever blog to apologize for not blogging. Not precisely what I was going for here.

It's not that I didn't know I wasn't going to have a whole lot of time for it, but lately, well, time to myself has been pretty limited. Like, limited to showering and using the toilet. And I don't even get to do that privately most of the time either.

Nolan has settled down and is mostly STTN with a few hiccups here and there, but bedtime is still a Battle Royale (except, apparently, for the one night Shaun put him down by himself as I was at my book club, of course) that lasts an average of 45 minutes. After that I sit down to write, but first must come the freelance gigs - finishing two jobs right now. I'd like to be done by the weekend so that I can have some "free" time with my family, and yes, I use the term loosely as I know perfectly well that I will have housework and all the other usual crap to do that tends to interfere with those perfect family weekends I always envision.

So my day starts by launching directly into childcare - and potty training, did I mention potty training? - along with the usual tasks of keeping the house from being a total pigsty, endeavouring to feed everyone, and somehow managing to get in a workout and a shower. These last two I rush through at naptime so I can sit down to write. Which is usually just about the time one of them wakes up. And on we go until the bedtime battle. When that is finally over, I can sit down and work on the writing gigs, trying to get enough done to leave a little time to sit on the couch and watch TV or just relax at least.

Right now, I should be working on the two gigs that I am hoping to finish before the weekend, but I decided to blog instead, about how I have no time to blog. Nice, right? Back to work....

Oh, right, the blog

No, I haven't forgotten you, imaginary readers. I am just not sure what I have to say. I am writing a lot, but for work, not for pleasure. But since writing is my dream job, work should be pleasure, right? So why is it just stressing me out? Probably because I am so far beyond tired I can't see straight right now, and writing "upbeat, fun" web content about the 80's is just not coming all that easily.

Yes, the big boy bed thing has taken a turn for the worse. Not sure if it's because he has a cold, or what. But I am hoping we are over this little bump in the road really, really soon. 4 hours of sleep just doesn't work for me these days. I am through with the sleep deprivation I lived with for two years plus. Unfortunately, I am having trouble getting this message across to Nolan.

All right my non-existent friends, I shall return to you soon and with better news and book progress, I promise. For now, I am only hoping for sleep.