I find it difficult to muster the energy after an 8 hour job and getting home to 2 wild boys and a hubby who gives me the "save me!" glare while wrestling our youngest from standing on a chair on top of another chair and bellowing at our oldest out in the back yard to turn off the hose because he is "washing" the windows of the house. Open windows.
I handle the chaos, cook the dinner, do the dishes, wash the kids etc. etc. etc....and maybe find time to squeeze in an hour on my short story about an hour before midnight.
I begin by getting my priorities straight and realizing that my kids giving me big kisses and hugs is more important than the dirty laundry. It is when they are making farting noises on their arms in the back seat of the car, giggling madly, that I can grin and forget the stress of the day.
So I can sit down here, do this blog to get my mind flowing and fingers limber, and realize that its my family that inspires me to write, to move forward and do my best.