I am in love with the creative life: I am in awe of the women (and men!) I find and meet both in the blogosphere and in real life who basically wake up, look at the sun, and are inspired to knit a gorgeous sweater/ take gallery-worthy photographs/ create the perfect early childhood education environment right in their homes. I want to live on their shoulders so as to soak up a little bit of their genii (not genii as in the little dudes who live in lamps and grant wishes, although I'd take it-- but genii as in the incorrect plural of genius), and often, thanks to creations such as blogs and Pinterest-- I basically can. So I choose a few of their projects, aspire to complete them, and then I'm smacked in the face with. my. real. life..
In real life, I know that I should set my coffee maker at night so that I'm basically smacked in the face with my daily caffeine as I wake up, but that rarely happens and so I spend the first hours of the day zombie-like as I feed, dress, and play with N while mostly neglecting myself. By the time she goes down for nap #1, I rush to get myself pseudo-ready and then "reward" myself with a few minutes, then an hour, then until she wakes up of internet/ television/ lazy time. And I feel guilty when she does get up, so I invent stupid little games to keep her somewhat entertained as I attempt to do something, anything, productive around the house i.e. do a load of laundry (I'd say "catch up on laundry," but that would be an outright lie as I never catch up on laundry), maybe empty the dishwasher that I could have emptied the night before (again with the procrastination!), and if I'm feeling especially motivated or have guests who may pop in, clean the toilet (we have two but I basically ignore the downstairs one unless we're hosting a significant get together). Yes that was a run-on sentence but it was also symbolic of the reality of my day-to-day life. That's a day when I'm home. On the days that I work, I rush around all morning making things and myself look presentable while only attending to the basics of Motherhood, and then I work all day, feel like I only half-ass my job, and get home around 9:30pm. Which is just in time to eat dinner, zone out for an hour or two, and then go to bed. I rarely get to even start the projects that I dream.
The point of the above rant? Is not to complain, as I know that I bring it on myself. The point is that I wish I knew what the creatives of the internet world do better than myself to make their days so pretty and successful and pleasant and productive. Because I'd like to harness it, and DO what I DREAM. Doesn't everyone? So tell me your secrets-- I'm all ears. :)
P.S.- In direct opposition to the above rant, today I am DETERMINED to get some Valentines made with my girl. And this will be a challenge, as 12 month olds are not known for their hand-eye coordination, but I'm up for it. :)