So far today I have posted two different blogs that posted before I wanted them to. Some button I pushed, and I don't know which offending key I accidentally pushed, caused me to publish NOTHING!
What I wanted to say in this blog is how incredibly difficult it is to write a blog, an article, or anything, when my schedule, or what I think is my schedule, changes from second to second.
Case in point: this morning, as I sat at my computer, trying to write with what little time I had, I received a phone call from my son-in-law asking me if he could bring his son over NOW. Goodbye writing time.
I just want a little time for me! It that so much to ask? And if you know you have a meeting that requires my "me" time, can't you at least ask the day before so I can prepare for it? When I know I don't have time to write, I don't write. But when I think I have time to write and you take it away from me at the last possible second, I feel as if my time has been stolen from me.
Well, whatever, there's always retirement. Hopefully I won't be too feeble or too old to enjoy it. In the meantime, at least I get to spend time with a couple of my grandchildren. And if it was a choice between writing and spending time with my grandchildren (any of them) or my children or even my most treasured friends, I would set aside the writing. It's just how I am – "our" time is even more precious than "me" time "all" of the time.