The luxury of a quiet afternoon

I have the luxury of a quiet afternoon at the moment, and intend to take full advantage of it.  The boys are having quiet time in their room, D’s gone off to the gym, to get groceries, and then to attend a board meeting, and even the dogs are being lazy.  I’m in the midst of a mountain of laundry (thanks to lice, blech!, and the youngest’s wet bed from last night), have buns rising as I type, and have been back and forth with an editing client, trying to arrange a meeting.  This is the most focused, and least distracted, I’ve been in a while. 

When I read articles about making writing fit into our busy lives, I see the almost inevitable suggestion that we lock ourselves away somewhere, ignore everything else, and write.  I’d love to do that, but I can say, as a busy, working mom to two boys, it just doesn’t work.  If I ignore the laundry today, I’ll end up paying later this week when I still have laundry to do that should’ve been done on the weekend.  There are certain things that make our house function, and I’ve come to the conclusion that those are the things that absolutely must get done, even if it means interrupting my writing time.  I likely have about two-and-a-half hours this afternoon, but I’ve scheduled that around the things I know need to be done. 

I have two blog posts to write, a scene from my novel to finish, a writing prompt to respond to, and a handful of poems that need to be edited.  I don’t have an exact schedule, but I do know that I’ve got 35 minutes from the time I put the laundry on until it’ll beep at me, so I’m aiming to get my blog posts written and scheduled during that time.  Then I’ll print off the writing prompt so I can think about it while I’m folding the laundry so that, when I’m done folding, I can sit down and write in the 25 or so minutes I’ll have left before I need to address the laundry again.  The next load of laundry is sheets, which require less folding, so I’ll have about 30 minutes afterwards, during which I’ll work on the novel scene.  I keep this process up, scheduling around things, until my time’s up, or until I get interrupted by the boys, whichever comes first. 

Don’t get me wrong.  There are certainly things I can ignore.  If you saw my desk right now, you’d wonder how I got any work done at all as it looks like a stratified cross-section of an archeological dig, complete with the last three weeks’ worth of detritus and papers.  It can wait, and so can the lunch dishes, which I’ll address while I’m tending to supper.  In the meantime, I’m writing, distractions and all.