I am experiencing an awful writing block, and it's making it difficult to fulfill my promise to myself to write every few days on the blog. I'm struggling with the direction of the blog, too--after all, I am the Suck At Home Mom, but I am also a complete comic book/comic characters/Cosplay/Doctor Who geek who writes both non-fiction and speculative fiction. Where does that put Suck At Home Mom's Cranky Blog? Do I use it for these general rants, or use it solely to show you just how sucky I can be at this mom thing?
Well, just ranting about that is bringing me a few ideas for writing, so that's partially an answer in itself.
This week I'm having a hard time avoiding tv. I used to keep it off all day, and Rose and I would play games, read books, go outside. But lately she's been hooked on Sully and Mike (Monsters, Inc., Lalo (Lilo and Stitch), and Doc Masuff (Doc McStuffins.) One part of my brain is yelling at me to shut that stuff off, to engage Rose in a myriad of fun and engaging activities...and the other half is ripping off pieces of duck tape to quiet the more conscientious side, by force if necessary.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want her to be like this all day:
....but is it so wrong to want a little bit of time to write? To have a cup of tea? To pee alone?
I chose to have a baby 10 years after the birth of my second child. I chose to stay home with her. I brought her into this world with the hope that I would be enough to keep her learning at an appropriate pace, enough to teach her how to be caring, polite, smart, and charming. I'm doing all of those things, and yet I still feel guilty for the hour of Disney Jr. she just watched.
Time to assuage my guilt with a little snuggle time. What's your guilty mama pleasure?