Recently, I have been re-reading the Eccentric Chai posts of old–mainly because I’ve had to do a “tag sweep”–and I found a grand yummy post called “I wish I had more TIME!”
It was a great prequel to this article– I wrote better when I had a job.
The first article discusses the annoying ear-in-ear-out comments from others about how I’m a lucky gal for having so much time to write, go to the zoo, or hell, take a shower. During those bleary-eyed days, I worked full time, went to school full time, wrote a novel underneath all that, and still managed to make dinner? Time? TIME?! What was time? Some ancient black magic taboo in today’s era?
Then I saw the line that I used to hear all the time; “Wait ’til you have kids.”
And I laughed.
Because I have a kid now. She’s currently strapped to my chest in a half-in-half-out Moby Kangaroo Hold (we compromised) and occasionally spitting out her paci just so I can have the pleasure of putting it back in for her.
I wrote something in that blessed post that I still stand by: You have to be adaptable. And nothing has been truthfully truer than that in the last two months of my life.
So, I’m here to tell you time-guzzlers one thing: I still write.
Dun. Dun. Dun.
I still go on road trips.
I still go out to eat at sit-down restaurants.
I still go for walks and hikes.
And yes…I still go to the coffee shop.
holy chili frito pie Batman
The only difference between today and yesterday is that Chris and I have a beautiful little precious to bring along for the fun. Not to mention newly matured parent brains that give us a whole new perspective on our spontaneous activities…
I seriously can’t wait until this little ball of goo starts telling me how much she loved seeing the ducks at the zoo!
Do I have time for anything else? No way! I still have a stack of laundry in the basement, the dishwasher hasn’t been cleaned out yet, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t mopped my floor since I was fifteen months pregnant.
Do I care? Nah. Because who the heck remembers that glorious day when you finally put the colors in the dryer?
So, I challenge you! Stop making excuses!
Get out there and do.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change a diapie and give my kid some boob.