Y’all the time I took off work and time I spent being in charge of my children for July 4th, immediately followed by a week of solo parenting took it out of me. I was only solo parenting one of my kids too, as the other was off at grandma’s house but STILL damn I was and continue to be tired. It felt like too much to open this editor or the notebook I use to write shit down and even say just that - that I’m tired and have nothing to say.
So, guess what: I’m tired! I DO however, have things to say, and 2 weeks in a row of not posting has me quickly falling into that old pit of “oh well, haven’t posted, missed the routine, lost the schedule, it’s all over, might as well quit.”
My inside voice is a real treat, ain’t she!
I still don’t feel like I have the words quite back, at least in the right order to put out a “normal” snarky memoir. But the habit of writing is why I started this, and the habit of writing doesn’t develop if you don’t sit down and write some shit down. And since this i…
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