I had a long draft written for today’s post. Ironically, it asks whether parenting is conducive to art-making.
It began amidst the low-level chaos that is morning. Later I typed into the notes section of my phone while pushing my toddler on the swing at the playground. Then I stole some time on my laptop during her short-lived nap in the car.
Now here I am at 9:30 pm, home from running errands, eating cold leftovers for dinner while I type. My mind isn’t sharp enough at this hour to pull it all together.
I will try again tomorrow. Still, I feel disappointed. This sort of thing makes me feel like a failure at time management. Some days I just can’t seem to get it all done.