Last night, Mitch's coat didn't want to come off -- as expected. I'd not added much to her story -- maybe a page . . . plus a few paragraphs. Mainly, I centered myself around finding the right direction in which to take it. Words are not the only measure of progress, sometimes it is just knowing where to go.
So, to remedy the situation when I headed to bed, I left her MS in the living room, tucked safely away in my bag. Separation is mandatory sometimes. And, right now (still juggling a few pregnancy woes), I need to draw the line.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love spending time with Mitch and being in her shoes (eyes the friends hanging out in the peanut gallery, "hush."), I just need to put a buffer between my work and our little one. Her life -- and mine -- comes with stress; combining them more than doubles the impact. So, in being a good mom, I have to put Mitch to bed at night (and half the day) and take care of my little one.
Upside, taking a break from her more often allows me to work with her more often as well. Moderation is for more than just diets!
In the meantime, I still have a few other pieces to piddle with today. Overdid it this past weekend and need to baby the belly for another day -- or two. And all I did was put Christmas lights up around the living room. But, it happens. Had a friend end up in the ER from false labor after painting the nursery (well ventilated). It was all the reaching and stretching, the doc said.
Never have I been so glad for a job I can do from the recliner. The perks of being a writer.
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