I woke up at 8:06 this morning.
We leave for school at 8:05.
I know what you’re thinking, what happened to getting up at 5:30 to get your word count in? I thought that was a thing you were doing.
It is, and I am. A week and a half in, getting up that early every day still isn’t easy, but I love the quiet and the freedom it gives me for the rest of my day when I’m not stressing when and how I’m going to cram in the rest of my words.
But today?
Today Rufus happened.
Rufus has started sleeping through the night–mostly. Sometimes he gets up at 3:30 am and won’t go back to sleep. Then I get up and get all of my early morning things accomplished extra early, but by the time we get through the school day and I spend a few hours on my feet at work, I go from a badass writer mom who does it all to a spitting mad badass you don’t want to mess with.
And then Rufus wants to get up at the same the next morning, and I have to tell you, I do not do so well on four hours of sleep or less. So this morning, when Rufus woke up and I was able to get him to go back to sleep, I fell asleep right along with him.
When my alarm went off, I shut that sucker down and kept right on snoozin.
Then of course, I panicked when I realized exactly how long I’d slept and the whole day was thrown outta whack.
But you know what? I’m not sorry.
My sore, overworked body needed those couple hours of extra sleep, and so did my husband. So did Rufus. Sure, Felix was five minutes late for school, but we got there right as they were serving breakfast, so it was a win all the way around.
Have I fit my word count in yet? No.
Maybe I won’t today.
And I’m OK with that.
I gave myself a break today, because obviously my body needed rest. Instead of writing, I knit at my desk while I watched some author business related videos I’ve been saving up. Those were way scarier than not hitting my word count.
And even of you are badass, it’s OK to give yourself a break when you do big and scary things.
I’ll be back at it tomorrow, plugging away at the keyboard as well as making my terrible and great plans for world book domination.
Stay tuned, and don’t push yourself too hard. Even badasses need a nap now and then.
Here is Deb surrounded by a happy, friendly threesome. Chappy on the left, Balou in the front and Silas being petted. We have never met nicer dogs, they are well behaved, sweet, gentle and loving, patient and fun. There wasn’t one moment that we didn’t enjoy being with them. Oh, okay, maybe when Balou was trying so hard to tell us things and we just were too slow on the uptake… but generally speaking (or woofing) things went very, very well.
Except for the weather. Two of the days we were there were wet… very, very wet. And when they said soaking rain they meant it.
This picture was taken from inside our dry car looking out at Edgartown Harbor. Wet, wet, wet. It was windy too. And wet.
