As a working single mom who writes, Fridays and the weekend mean something a little different.
The work week is filled with hours of playing my part to earn my peon's wages followed by dedicating energy and time to my precious Chipmunk and caring for her needs with activities like helping with homework, preparing/cooking/buying breakfast and dinner (she has lunch during school, thankfully lol!!) plus the other parental things like chatting about school. Then comes the nightly battle/stalling game/shaking-of-my-head that is bedtime.
Then I get to slip into my fantasy world indulging in the passion that brings me so much joy (and anxiety during release days lol!!) for a few hours each evening, with the occasional interruption by my silly Chipmunk who should be asleep lol!
Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays are more like my make up days. Make up for missed sleep. Make up for laundry, dishes and cleaning left undone for a while. Make up for time missed with friends. Make up for me-time - I think you get the point. This requires as much of a balancing act as my work week. I suppose this is where my confession comes in.
Every now and then, I wonder if the sacrifice is worth it. The thought is often brief because I also try to wonder what it would be like if I didn't write. I actually shudder at the though of not writing. I don't mean just typing. But rather, the storytelling and story sharing. Maybe the day will come when my fantasy of writing can become my everyday reality as a career. Until then, I'm holding strong to being a Working Writer Momma, one blessed with a great community of other writers who understand my passion for writing.
Thanks for taking my confession and I hope your weekend is fantastic :-)