Winter is killing us. There is bitter cold and there is dark and there is snowfall. I feel like I could deal with two out of three, but we’ve had all three for two months now. Local schools still haven’t been open for a full five-day week yet this year, if you can believe it. Having all three of us at home pretty much every day alleviates the stress a little–nobody has to commute in the storms–but cabin fever? We’re there.
I have set up a daily rhythm this winter, though, which is soothing and pleasant. As much fun as spring is going to be, I will miss it and will have to find something to replace it. Something even better, maybe.
I wake up at exactly the same time Mimi does almost every day. Maybe I hear her squeaking through my earplugs or maybe it’s the mystical, psychic bond that let her know the instant I’d fallen asleep, when she was a newborn. Anyway, we know each other’s waking and sleeping rhythms. Sparks gets her set up with her morning dose of tablet games and gives me my coffee, which I drink while she plays and he makes his morning bowl of soup. He’s usually been up 3-4 hours by this point, enjoying solitary worktime.
Then I make breakfast for Mimi and myself. We eat. I take my shower and get dressed. At this point, if the weather is good we will think of an expedition to make. Grocery store? Mall? Library? We’ll think of something. We come home, eat lunch, and she messes around playing until her quiet time.
Quiet time, by the way, has been officially discontinued as of two days ago. She fell asleep that afternoon, then couldn’t sleep until after nine at night. She had already more or less dropped her nap in August, and was beginning to resent the hour cloistered in her room. So I’ve quit it. I don’t want her to hate being in bed.
Near the end of her quiet time I put on my sweats and sneakers and go to the gym. I lift two days a week and walk 45-60 minutes every time I go. I read books on my Kindle while I walk.
I get home, rinse off and put my nice clothes back on. Then it’s Teatime. I make a 16-oz pot of tea and we all have a cup with milk. Mimi and Himself take sugar, too. If I have been to the gym and feel I deserve it, I have a bowl of oatmeal with milk and honey as my post-workout snack.
In the late afternoon I have been trying to find something to watch on television that Mimi and I can agree on. The Princess Bride, The Wizard of Oz, Harry Potter, The Secret Garden… we only have so many middle grounds. She was pretty bored with You’ve Got Mail.
When that’s over it’s time for me to start making dinner. Himself is generally ready to wrap up his workday and have a gin & tonic by then, so he entertains Mimi while I work. We eat dinner. I give Mimi her bath while Himself cleans the kitchen. We all settle in the TV room for 30 minutes of Funniest Home Videos–during which Mimi gets the pre-bedtime jitters and runs around like a maniac–then it’s Mimi’s bedtime. Brush teeth. Pajamas. Story. Kisskiss.
Sparks and I watch TV until 9:00. Then he goes to bed (remember, he gets up around 4:00).
I wash and moisturize my face, take out my contacts, and change into pajamas and my robe and slippers. I turn out all the lights except the IKEA snowflakes. I sit at my computer, and that is when I write.
I liked to write stories as a child. My urge to do it disappeared when my life began to get interesting. For years I thought I’d lost it. I could come up with people and places, maybe, but plots just weren’t there.
I’ve finally found a set of people in a place where things happen. I revise the previous night’s writing, then write 1000-2000 words a night, before it’s 10:30 and I have to go to bed. I’m having so much fun. I’m not sure I can write without the snowflake lights, though. I should move them away from the window, I guess, after the spring equinox.