It’s been a bit of a hectic day. It was A’s induction day to nursery, which was odd and a bit of a deja vu, since we went through this same process with E two years ago. And still another time to go through it in just over three years. I think L, all while at a distance, since he was at work, felt a bit weepy about it. I don’t remember feeling weepy when E started but I always worry that they’ll cry or be sad and need me and I won’t be there. I’m not sure how A will do. He didn’t want to go, at first, although not making strong opposition either, then he was very happy while he was there, then he didn’t want to go again…
This said, while I’ve been running after children, putting washing machines on and making dinners before going to the gym, I haven’t had time to be negative. Or positive. So I’m not sure if that’s a success or not.
Sadly I haven’t had time to write yet, which means I need to do it now. I’m back from the gym and, although I am not so tired that I can’t do it, I’m tired enough that I don’t want to. I will most definitely not reach the word count I wanted to in any case. Further planning is required I’d think. I wanted to talk today about childcare and women who write and how many more male authors get published and potential correlation with gender roles but I need to make a choice between this and writing my murder mystery.
On these words, here I go. Wish me luck.