“Make time to write – just do it,” they say. Every Monday there’s a reason I can’t write (sick nanny, sick child, school meetings). And the one hour a day Z sleeps is not even enough time to clear a walking path to my study. Oh! I have a study now. TC made it for me. He dug out the guest room and re-piled its contents all over the house. I have a table, chair, lamp and window. A room of my own. My back faces the door. This is a challenge since I’m one of those people who feel uneasy if I can’t see the main entrance. But at home I’ve learned that not facing the chaos in back of me is a good thing. And speaking of chaos…
Z (2) came to work with me this morning while I subbed two music classes. Toward the end I sang Shady Grove (a lullaby Z’s demanded for the last four hundred, seventy-two bedtimes). It was a safe bet and I was shocked when she collapsed and burst into tears. Maybe she thought I was trying to force her to sleep. Abandoning the song was not an option. Families had joined-in, working hard to out-sing the tantrum. Strings of snot and saliva dangled from Z’s blotched face. I cut bait and went straight into the Goodbye Song. This caused Z to roll around the floor, kicking and screaming, “Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!” After class I got a few simpatico pats on the back. One parent offered to stay and help during the next class.
It’s not easy being two.
It’s not easy finding time.