I have my coffee and my son is sleeping. I have ten minutes or so to check my mail and feed my social media addiction before we have to rush off to our daily routine of dropping off the boy and getting to work. I don't actually feel very awake until an hour or so in, and even then only after my second cup of work coffee.
I am one of the lucky ones in that I don't have to do the morning rush every morning. I stay home with my son two days a week and get Sat off. I know how good I have it. In my down time when I can squeeze in some painting or writing I try not to think about how much better my work would be if i had more time. I chose to be a mother and a wife and I think I balance it pretty well but I do have my doubts.
My salvation is being able to go shopping now and again for art supplies and the time sucking internet. I can moan all I want about not having time to paint or write but that is solely on me. I could put the phone down or take my morning coffee into the basement stuido/dungeon, yet here I am on my computer rambling to you guys. I guess what I want to say is cherish those rare moments of time spent alone before the rush to wherever it is your off to that day. Make time for yourself, even if it's a ten minutes and cooling cup of coffee and your our jumbled thoughts.
