Monday, 8 August 2011

When you CAN'T write

I didn't get any writing done this weekend, much to my annoyance.  Though I can't complain too much because writing (especially at the unpublished stage) isn't seen by others, as being of any credit.  Now if I was making any money from this my husband would be far more willing to let me do it, knowing it was of benefit to the family.  Currently it is just a form of 'me time' as far as he is concerned.  (I don't know this for a fact, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.)  What I'm saying is, any time I can write without listening to complaints about neglecting my family, is a good time to write.

So why am I not complaining about not getting to write this weekend.  Well, I got to be an immensely proud Mummy instead and nothing, not even writing a best-seller can beat that!

My beautiful (and often wilful) four year old daughter, did a dance show (it was actually a dress rehearsal for a show she's doing on Tuesday for some elderly people).  Her dance class is wonderful, it places importance on the children enjoying themselves (especially the under fives) rather than being technically brilliant or having perfect hair.  Fortunate really, as my girl has a mane of untamed curls.  Anyway at the end of the show all the kids came out on stage and one from each class got given a trophy, it was for things like always wearing their uniform and their attitude etc.  Well my little darling got it because in November she broke her leg!  By the time she went back to dancing, two weeks after the removal of the cast, she was back into the swing.

So what can I say, I missed a weekend of writing, for a moment of my daughters reflected glory, and that is worth gold! x M

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