Writing as a job

Not as easy as I thought it would be. When I started this blog on Friday night, I was certain that the momentum would kick in, that I wouldn't need much of a push, that I would sit in front of the laptop and the words would fire away. Sitting at the community centre now on Sunday morning, with 1 child in dance class and 1 child working on an activity book waiting to go swimming, I am getting increasingly frustrated with how I can't conjure up delightful poetic images to appease a reader's palate. I stopped to send a quick email to someone to let her know about my blog. Now really, if I want people to read this, I'd better have substantial text to back it up.

"I don't know what to write about," I said to my husband. He replied, "You don't know what to write about?" and went back to reading his newspaper. I am blessed to have such bountiful wisdom at my fingertips. As the words hit the page, I let out my best witch cackle, which of course got his attention. We need to give husband a name. A few possibilities crossed my mind and then I decided on Mr. Unfazed. Over the years, my life partner has shown that he is not easily fazed by things.
A groan of frustration escapes me and I look around at the community centre to ensure that I haven't scared anyone too much. Perhaps I should just record the events naturally as they come and then my writing will evolve as I get more and more practice.

Let's start with this morning. My 3-year old, we'll call her Spitfire, has dance class starting at 8:30am. Her 5-year old sister, we'll call her LittleLady, has swimming starting at 9am. That means that we'd better be up by 7:30am to ensure bellies are fed, clothes are on and Mr. Unfazed and I have had our morning joe. Who am I kidding? Mr. Unfazed usually hits a Tim Horton's once Spitfire is in class. But I'm getting ahead of myself. At 7:35am, Mr. Unfazed wakes me up saying, "It's 7:35" (he has such a gift to state facts of a painfully obvious nature), "...and you said you wanted to be up at this time." I did indeed say that the night before. I said it because I wanted time to pass through the McDonald's drive-thru. I blame it on those new commercials with their bouncy, dance-friendly jingle. Yup that's it. The commercials. LittleLady enters the room groggy and unwilling to start her day. "I'm too tired", she exclaims as her hit heads the pillow and her eyes are shut tight. Hmm...I think...what to do to rouse LittleLady? "I'm going to give you a back rub to help wake you up gently", I say to her. She doesn't respond but doesn't yelp as I gave her a massage. I then whispered in her ear, "The sooner you wake up, the sooner we can go to the McDonald's drive-thru." LittleLady is unimpressed and lets out an "ehhh." This task will not be as easy as I had thought.

Stopped to get Spitfire ready for her swimming class at another community centre.
Will write more after doing some project management course work. It's an online course and I only have access to the content for another 14 days. eep.