Sometimes having too much time is too much. At least that’s how it’s been for me and writing these past two weeks. But here I am, hammering out a post nonetheless in an attempt to keep it going. This is the first I’ve felt a prolonged void when trying to write over the past four months at my favorite little blog here. If you’re reading, thank you.
I’ve spent the better part of my last three days stripping wallpaper in our kitchen. Which is decidedly not going well. Most parts are scraping off one inch at a time. My fingers are so sore from grasping the scraper that it hurts to type this.
I’m not sure why it’s been so hard to write lately. I’ve essentially been off work for about a week, which means that I’m home with the wife and kids. And since this is the holidays, and everyone in our immediate family decending on our home until 2 days ago, there’s been a lot to take me out of my routine. It’s hard to write when everyone’s around and my office has been turned into the guest room.
But it is also different having the kids around every moment compared to bits and pieces before and after work and on the weekends. It all becomes a bit of a blur this way. It’s harder, I think, to relish the little moments. Less time to reflect and write about it. More time to lay on the couch at night and be physically tired and complain about fingers hurting from stripping wallpaper. I don’t really mean it, but in some ways I’m looking forward to getting back to work on Monday!