"Is Mummy working AGAIN?" I heard my youngest ask, as Husband-to-Be ushered her and her siblings out of the house on the school run this morning. "But she worked yesterday!"
Afraid so, sweetpea. Mummy is the only breadwinner at the moment - lovely H-t-B has taken three months' unpaid parental leave to do the house up a bit and look after the kids on the 3 days that I'm (supposedly) working now. This 3 months off started in September and so far has been blissful... both of us sharing school runs, cooking, washing - and he has also done loads to the house. Result. However, I haven't managed a single week where I've actually worked three full days yet as I've been helping out in my kids' classes, and sorting out the fruit and veg at school some mornings and generally being a bit keen. It was actually very nice to get to know all the kids, and it really helped settle in my eldest two, but it did mean I wasn't getting a whole lot done. That was why I didn't even DARE go near Blogger for a while.
However, it's a new half-term and I've had to stop being such a keeno and drop out of all the school help for now. I'm going to work REALLY hard for this last month of domestic harmony, before H-t-B goes back to work in Dec and life suddenly gets a whole lot harder. Oliver Moon Book 12 to finish (still haven't cracked it) and other children's things, plus I want to get a big chunk of the new novel under my belt too. So that's the plan.
Anyway. Why did I tell you all that? Maybe I'm procrastinating... Clare Sudbery has just written a great article on author procrastination over at Bookarazzi, by the way, if you fancy a look - it's well worth a read. I'm going to take her advice, I think, and Just Do It with the writing today. No excuses!
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