Hi there. I'm here to post my bi-weekly entry, although I have to admit to feeling unmotivated. Not specifically about writing here - that's not it. I just don't feel I have anything particularly interesting to write about.
I also have a loose writing deadline I should be working on for another project. Well, potential project, let's say. A few nights ago I had thought of the perfect topic to write about. I was so excited to get to it! But at the time, it was late at night and I was just holding off for the morning.
Morning came and I completely forgot what I was going to write about. That was several days ago. The inspiration has not returned to my brain.
Starting last week I've been working a second shift part time temp job. It's completely not glamorous. Mail processing. Yippee. The 6 hour shifts I do Monday thru Friday are just about as much human computer/quota pushing/envelope opening I can handle.
I do love that this second shift job gives me completely free mornings to tend to Sweetie's school comings and goings. And I love that the office I work out of is only about 2 miles from my house. I'm home after work in a flash! However, my mom watches Sweetie in the time between the start of my work and the end of Hubby's workday. She lives 20 minutes away from me. So, if mom doesn't come to retrieve Sweetie from me (we take turns coming and going), then I'm driving 20 minutes away to drop Sweetie off just to turn right around and head 25 minutes back to work. So much for the convenience of in-town work.
Anyway - all this to say... I'm feeling disjointed. Disconnected. My days are chopped up into 2 - 3 hour bits. A few hours each morning to myself while Sweetie's at work (which were spent, last week, running many, many errands); then a few hours with Sweetie at home, then transferring Sweetie to her Nana and getting myself to work.
Even work is cut into time chunks - which is actually preferable. I couldn't possibly remain sane if I didn't get that 20 minute break in the middle to step away from the machines.
Home after 9pm, a couple hours to do dishes, write, spend time with Hubby. Then off to sleep, only to get up early the next morning and do it all over again.
So - I'm still feeling my way around this new schedule. Still desperately searching for a "real" job. Still trying to take care of Sweetie, clean up the house, spend time with Hubby... all while listening and (trying to) tend to my own needs and wants. That's the hardest part.
This past Sunday we three went to church for the first time in a long, LONG time. Sweetie can't even remember the last time she went to church (other than for a relative's wedding or other religious ceremony). Sweetie really loved going off to her own Kindergarten circle, and Hubby and I enjoyed the quiet, meditative time of peace, understanding and community.
We will return to church. In all of the craziness of not only my new schedule but, by association, Sweetie and Hubby's new schedule, we really see the importance of regular quality connection.
When the week's work and commitments get to be too much, it's nice to think ahead to Sundays in church. Connecting the dots of our family, our community friendships, and ourselves.
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