It’s funny how much we rely on routines to define time. Here
it is Wednesday, and I feel like it’s the weekend. Why? Because my daughter is
home sick from school for the third day in a row. She’s home, so my brain tells
me it is still the weekend.
It’s hard to get work done when she’s home. Not so much
because I am nursing her a lot—she’s old enough that she can take pretty good
care of herself. But she needs little things, like water and food and sometimes
just a cuddle because she feels awful. Things that individually do not take a
long time, but add up. And the constant interruptions splinter the work flow
and make it harder to complete a task efficiently.
I did still get some things done this week. This blog post,
for one. And the weekly one I do over on The Author Chronicles. I
also finished my last go-through of my YA sci-fi manuscript Veritas and sent it over to my editor. I
went to a cyber-bullying presentation one evening at the school. I went food
shopping. And I somehow managed to clean out the hall closet.
Still, it was hard with my daughter laying on the couch—especially
when she was napping. I don’t know what it is, but when someone else is
sleeping, I want to conk out. Maybe it’s a throwback to the old advice, “Sleep
when the baby sleeps.” She’s not a baby anymore, but she still exhausts me.
Of course, I am tired, too. She had rough nights the past
two nights, which means so did I. Helping her get changed 3 times in one night
because she fever was breaking and she would wake up drenched in sweat.
Cuddling with her at 4:30 in the morning because she was too congested to
sleep. She is sleeping as I write this, and I hope she sleeps all night.
I hope I do, too—so I am heading up to try.
How about you? Do you get completely lost when your routines
are messed up?
Sick Days February 2020
It’s funny how much we rely on routines to define time. Here it is Wednesday, and I feel like it’s the weekend. Why? Because my daughter is home sick from school for the third day in a row. She’s home, so my brain tells me it is still the weekend.
It’s hard to get work done when she’s home. Not so much because I am nursing her a lot—she’s old enough that she can take pretty good care of herself. But she needs little things, like water and food and sometimes just a cuddle because she feels awful. Things that individually do not take a long time, but add up. And the constant interruptions splinter the work flow and make it harder to complete a task efficiently.
I did still get some things done this week. This blog post, for one. And the weekly one I do over on The Author Chronicles. I also finished my last go-through of my YA sci-fi manuscript Veritas and sent it over to my editor. I went to a cyber-bullying presentation one evening at the school. I went food shopping. And I somehow managed to clean out the hall closet.
Still, it was hard with my daughter laying on the couch—especially when she was napping. I don’t know what it is, but when someone else is sleeping, I want to conk out. Maybe it’s a throwback to the old advice, “Sleep when the baby sleeps.” She’s not a baby anymore, but she still exhausts me.
Of course, I am tired, too. She had rough nights the past two nights, which means so did I. Helping her get changed 3 times in one night because she fever was breaking and she would wake up drenched in sweat. Cuddling with her at 4:30 in the morning because she was too congested to sleep. She is sleeping as I write this, and I hope she sleeps all night.
I hope I do, too—so I am heading up to try.
How about you? Do you get completely lost when your routines are messed up?
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