This is the conundrum I face every day. Let’s face it, there are only so many hours of peace and quiet in my household, and those hours have a name: Nap Time. By the time this much-needed hour and a half rolls around, I’m feeling worn out, although not as worn out as I’ll be feeling by bedtime.
So what do you do? Do you read or write? Nothing’s more relaxing then having a cup of tea and getting lost in another world for a while. It’s refreshing too, recharging my parenting batteries for the second half of the day. And there is absolutely nothing I enjoy more than reading. I’ve been passionate about books for as long as I can remember.
But here’s the problem; if you think it’s hard to read with a toddler in the room, imagine writing. It is truly impossible in my house. I can maybe sit in front of the computer for ten minutes before he gets upset that I’m not paying attention to him. And his tactics for getting my attention are pretty darn good. (Let’s see if we can unravel and flush a whole roll of toilet paper at once!) If I want to write, that’s really the only time of day it’s going to happen, because let’s face it, by 10 PM, I’m so tired I can barely function.
So what do I do? This week, I’ve been reading. My son hasn’t been sleeping well, which means I’m confused and tired. It should be okay to read, right? Nope, I guess not, because I’ve been feeling guilty as all get out.
Does anyone else face this problem? How do you cope with it?