This year, however, I don't think I've had more than a handful of days where I worked for five hours straight since fall. Surprisingly, I don't regret that I've been spending more time with motherhood demands. I say demands when really I know it's a choice.
Not having as much work time, I was a little excited to have a couple of days this week where every family member was engaged in one thing or another for a lot of hours. I got to work and I kept working and then... I started to listen for them, feeling a little lonely for the happy chaos of my life.
I guess what I realised is that where I used to envy my dad for being able to spend so many hours working guilt-free in the studio, I might just love my chaotic, interrupted work time even more.
I love being their mom and I want to be where my feet are right in this moment while I still have them around.