Sorry for the lack of blogs this week. My head as been wrapped around my new novel and hasn’t left much room for blog ideas.

It finally happened. I knew it would. Gavyn has been fighting a head cold the last day or so, and l have been on high alert for a seizure. Last night before I went to bed I went in to check on him. His nose was running a ridiculous amount, he was having trouble breathing through all the congestion, and then he started talking in his sleep. It woke him up and he started to cry, maybe it was a bad dream? I picked him up and he was sort of twitchy. We checked his temperature which was in normal ranges. I asked him if he wanted to sleep with mommy and he said yes with a very sad face. All night I listened to his labored breathing through congestion, heard the coughing, felt the restless tossing and turning, and finally he snuggled up to me burning hot. Granted it was probably 2 or 3 in the morning and I wasn’t coherent enough to check his temperature again. It was safe to assume he was spiking a fever though. Thankfully no seizures came which was my main concern and why I put him in bed with me. I’m glad I did though and caught the fever. We made the necessary changes in routine this morning so he could stay home and I didn’t have to drop kids off at school.

When we decided I would stop “working” and we put Gideon in preschool this school year, the plan was Monday and Wednesday mornings would be my “office hours”. It is designated time set aside that I get to work on writing. The funny thing about it is I hadn’t thought about how all the odd holidays fall on Mondays, which means there are plenty of times everyone is home and I miss a day. And it seems like everyone’s favorite day to be sick is Wednesdays. It is life of a mom.

Today is a work day for me, in more ways than one. I’m a wife, a mom, a friend, a writer. Today I have to try and juggle my mom hat with my writer hat. This is why my workspace is the kitchen table and not my room. Why my coffee sits next to this awesome Mr. Potato Head Gavyn made just for me. Why I’ve been interrupted many times to wipe a nose, start a movie, fetch a drink, just in the time of trying to write this little blog. But that’s okay. I’m going to be those 3 things before I’m a writer. That’s a choice I make and I think it is a good choice. The relationships I am building will outlast my writing. You have to make space for your dreams and work to achieve them, but ultimately your whole life should bleed together. That’s what makes it rich.

“Motherhood is a choice you make everyday, to put someone else’s happiness and well-being ahead of your own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when you’re not sure what the right thing is… and to forgive yourself, over and over again, for doing everything wrong.” – Donna Ball: