Schedule? What’s That.

I like having a schedule. A list of things that are going to happen, when they are going to happen. I like having things all planned out.

But, in my world, this never happens.

1. My husband works a rotating schedule, 12 hours shifts, and monthly shift rotation. He can also pick up secondary work on his days off. This means no two weeks are alike. This is no M-F, 9-5 job. One month he’s gone all day, one month he’s gone all night. And so on and so forth.

2. I have a 1 year old. For Mom’s who have their kids on a set schedule, I applaud you. My kiddo has never conformed to any schedule I try to implement. This week alone his bedtime has ranged from 8pm to 11pm. I finally have him sleeping through the night though, which is a minor miracle.

And yet, despite this, I have managed to reach a milestone I am really proud of. For the month plus that I haven’t been working outside the home, I have written almost every single day. Sometimes it was only a sentence. Sometimes it was as much as two chapters, but even with the constant flux of changes, I am writing. It’s become a habit. Few extra minutes? Sit down and write.

I’m not published yet, but this is a step in the right direction. I’m feeling positive. And that’s good because in the next few weeks, I am going to be hearing back on a lot of contests I entered. Hopefully, I’ll get at least some good news, but if not, I’ve hit this really good place and I’ll have to remind myself of that instead of wallowing.