Writing in November is a great idea, but there it stays unless one dedicates oneself to the actualities of the process of doing it. You have to step into it and then do it. You have to think and write. What can be so difficult?
It's not the writing that's hard to do. The difficulty for me lies in having too many other things that seemingly must be done. House work happens around here by, me. Just me.
Oh yes, here's a little funny rant for you. Have you noticed the reels about husbands no longer "helping" with the house work? See, nowadays wives can depend on their husbands being responsible for household chores as their own. Ok, in my mind, let's just have an eye roll or two right here.
Who even wants to? Girls, you can't have it both ways. You want to stay home and let him bring home the bacon AND to do the housework? But why?
Or were you planning to take a turn at bringing home the bacon and leave him at home to do the housework?
Or maybe it's like this. You both want to bring home bacon and share the chores. That actually works for some people. We have our own version of that, I guess. Elv makes breakfast around here if we happen to both be home at that time of day. It happens on Saturday, sometimes. But it's not housework for him, he's cooking and has no plans to do the cleanup. I do that, as per our own happy agreement. I dislike cooking and he dislikes doing dishes so it's a perfect pact in my book.
I've learned to like housework and I don't even want him to do it. It's my art and play and recess. Don't get me wrong, during the baby years or sickness, Elv stepped in to do housework when he could. Out of the goodness of his heart and for my sanity he helped. But nobody around here had any questions about whose chores they were.
But sure, guys, you go own some of those chores and do them well. Good job. Let your wife watch the games. Make her a snack and take it to her while you're at it.
Let me quickly add, that I'm super proud of our sons and in law sons who cook and do house repairs and get up at night with the babies. There's just something solid and dependable about knowing Mom's got this of the machinery of home and Dad's got that of the same process, however they figure it out.
So much for that rabbit trail.
Back to my favorite distractions that keep me from writing, supposedly. There's work at the store, but I won't belabor it. I love my work.
And having coffee with the girls and babysitting the grandchildren. I must study my Sunday school lesson because I'm teaching the youth girls for a half-year stint. I enjoy studying and class time.
I want to be able to crochet pot holders for the girls when they need them. And to play Scrabble on winter evenings with Elv. Or to help him with projects. "Help". Did you catch that? He's building a bathroom for us on the lower level. I'm mostly just watching him or doing house work.
And there's a puzzle on the board right now, and I have books to read and cookies to bake.
To be honest, all the things in my days are just the ordinary business of life... Things to which I've said yes. So writing hangs out in the wings of my life reminding me to take a breather and to write about our life.
Singing with the winter choir this year, got a "no". Because, believe it or not, I still want to be able to pick and choose my yeses. Next November when a writing challenge looms; I hope that I've built in the margins I need to be able to do it, again.
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