It's Monday of the last week of summer vacation. I have my kids for seven more days, the weekend included, and then everything changes for us again. New wake-up times. New busses. New after-school activity schedules. New teachers and homework and friends and classes.
Usually this scares me. I don't like change that much. Especially when it begins at six in the morning. But this year, I'm sort of ready for it. Mostly that's selfish. I've gotten almost no work done this summer. Oh sure, I've had days of great revisions, and marketing for Some Kind of Normal is going pretty well, but on the whole... well, if the kids had been in school I'd be DONE with the new book. As it is, I'm less than half way through revisions, with the bulk of the hard stuff still looming. I want to be working on it, though. It's hard work, but I love it. There's hardly a thing I'd rather be doing than writing and revising.
BUT: I love having my kids home. Which is maybe my problem. I could plop them in front of the TV or computer, or send them out to play with the puppy, or over to a friend's house, and then write my heart out. But I don't have them home that much. All year they're in school, and this is my chance to spend time with them. To watch their endless concerts and doll fashion shows and play board games. It's my chance to go out with them to places like this:
This is where we went on Friday, where we hiked over the rocks and down the trails and found really cool places where water has carved out the perfect reading spot:
And this week is packed as well. The last week: the last chance to do everything we wanted to do all summer and now only have 7 days to do. On the schedule: baseball games and waterparks and the zoo and pool. Also time with friends and eating out and a bit of fun shopping.
So will I get a lot of writing done? Probably not. But next week I'll have the house all to myself. Six glorious hours to write and revise.
And no doubt, spend most of that time missing my kids.
How lucky am I that I love BOTH my jobs!?