Like an Island

Writing is a solitary thing mostly, but lately I feel connected to other writers, so I don't feel as alone when I'm writing. 

This past week, I haven't made much progress on my WIP, mostly because I've been super tired, a little sick, and I have a pinched nerve in my good hip.  And there's the thing where my kids come first.  I haven't had much time to be alone.

We pay big dollars for really awesome preschool so I can write for not quite three hours a day three days a week.  On Tuesday, the teacher walked my child to my car (that's what they do at pricey preschool) and looked at me with an expression that made me worry what my small person had done wrong. 

Apparently her look of disappointment was directed at me.  Tuesday was parent day, and I had missed it.  She told me I could come tomorrow, on Wednesday, on my last writing morning of the week during the time I had set aside to get caught up on my WIP.  I said, "Of course I'll be there."

Parent morning was really fun (and there were lots of other parents who had also missed Tuesday).  I did about thirty activities with my little guy and was scolded for helping him clean up.  My motto is helping is a good example - their motto is the kids need to be empowered to do it themselves. 

Apparently my little guy can use a paint brush to spread glue and then clean up the sticky mess all by himself with a sponge with no assistance from anyone.  At one point we did a puzzle, and I dumped the pieces out.  He said, "No dumping, Mom."  They have music class on Wednesdays, which I thought just involved singing a song as a group, but apparently they have a Kindermusik teacher come in with tambourines and shaky eggs to do a mini class with them. 

Today, I can't write.  My small person is home this morning - Thursdays are our day together.  I wish I could find some time to be isolated so I can get caught up with my writing - but it's not going to happen today.  Maybe later tonight.  Or tomorrow.