My six-month old puts his head down for a nap. It’s one of the two he takes during the day. When his eyes close, I jump all over the house trying to get things done.
A part of me wonders if I will ever be a productive member of society again. Once a master of organization, now I try to content myself with getting all the bottles washed before he wakes back up. In those odd moments when I have time, I spend most of it trying to decide what to do with it. Watch television? Read? Copy edit? Work on my novel? Take a nap myself? Eat every unhealthy thing in the house? Tackle one of the countless chores needing to be done?
Or perhaps I could make a blog post.
I never really understood the value of time until I didn’t have any. If fatherhood is teaching me anything (outside of patience, diaper skills, and baby fingernail trimming) it is to focus on doing one or two things well, because there isn’t enough time for the renaissance man jack-of-all-trades nonsense anymore. Just a mindless ramble today. Until tomorrow, keep reading, keep writing, and as always – stay sharp!