The short answer to this is yes. I have to get up in the morning and get going. We do school in the morning. We do projects and quiet time (my writing time) in the afternoon. And then we still have the house to clean, and dinner to make, and diapers to change. I'm busy enough that most tasks are done in little spurts. I hope that if I do small amount each day it will eventually come to something. And we roll with that.
Of course, the long answer is that I was always busy. It was just with different things. Driving. Waiting. More cleaning than I do now. Now I am more busy with my children. With talking to them. With learning alongside them. The first week, as I sat thinking about this, I realized how gratifying it is. I've always struggled with my time at home. I've never loved cooking or been able to make it a hobby. I prefer keeping the house at level, and not getting into deep cleaning or organizing. I really don't like playing with the toys and kids. But this kind of busy and interaction with them feels good and enjoyable. After 9 years of mothering, I finally felt like I knew I was using my time for the right thing. And that is a relief. I'm okay with being busy that way.
As for interacting with the outside world, I still haven't got that figured out. More on that in my next post.
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