I thought that once I got my laptop fixed that it would be so easy to just rattle off blog posts left, right, and center. Turns out that this new family life with Sunshine and the girls has me going to bed two hours earlier than I ever did before and being absolutely exhausted when my head hits the pillow.
Hell, even our physical relationship is suffering a little bit. I never in a million years thought that I’d be “too tired” more than once a week. That’s just insane to me…especially for a guy who lived by himself for so long and REALLY loves being physical. But yet here I am, two nights in a row, falling asleep literally minutes after my head hits the pillow.
I know I’ve written about this before, but I’m not sure why time has flown away from me so much since moving here. I’m certainly NOT wanting to sound like I’m complaining because I’ve never been happier in my life (y’know…for the record).
It’s just that I love to write. It’s therapeutic to me. It’s fun. It’s something that makes my life more enjoyable. So to have to scramble at 6:15am on a Friday morning to throw some words together like I am right now almost seems like work in a way, and I’d rather not write than to have it become a chore.
I’m hoping to find a way to “insert” more time into my life. I just don’t know yet how I’m going to do that.