I have to say, my heart skipped a beat.
In my former life--aka before kids--I was an editor and a freelance writer. When my Big Boy came along, I quit my job at the publishing company and became a full time freelance writer/editor. Same job. But I could just do it from the living room. I also started writing for a magazine on a monthly basis.
I loved every single minute of it. When my second boy came along, I balanced my interview/work schedule around naps. Thank goodness they both slept three hours every day. At the same time. It was a small miracle and I was an expert at manipulating sleep schedules. Every night, I wrote. I worked around 30 hours a week.
Then Princess came.
And I immediately knew there was no way I could work. I was exhausted all the time. She never napped without me. There just wasn't enough of me to go around. So I said no to a few jobs. Then eventually people stopped calling me.
Until last week.
And I said yes. Because things are getting better here. Things are under control.
I have interviews scheduled while Princess is in school. And I plan to write during her OT and speech sessions.
Please don't get me wrong, I love being a mom. I love devoting myself to my kids. But this is a piece of me that has been dormant for so long. Even though my book, One Thousand And One Tears, just came out, it took three years to publish it! There just wasn't time.
Finally, there's time. For a little piece of me.