Getting back into writing is difficult, particularly when you haven't made it important for a while. I know it's necessary and I need to at least flex my writing muscles or, like any other muscle, it will atrophy and waste away.
There are just so many other things I would rather do than work. Though, the winter is probably the best time to get back into the process of writing. When Spring and summer come, there will be many things I know I would rather do, like gardening and playing outside.
But the winter is here right now and that limits the outdoor stuff we can do. Plus, Little Guy and I are more interested in finding ways to stay warm while we have the heat turned down. Getting out of bed in the mornings is difficult. No one likes getting out of a nice, warm nest to face the day, but it is necessary.
Today, I had the roughest time breaking free of that nest. I kept drifting off and dreaming that I had gotten up. Then something would happen in the dream to make me realize that it was a dream and I would wake up again. That happened about three or four times before I was able break that cycle.
Not that Little Guy even noticed that I was later than usual today. He was still sleeping at 10 am. Around 11 am, I heard soft giggling coming from his room. Not long after that, he came wandering into the family room.
I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that Little Guy is a night own like his parents. It makes it easier on us right now, but how is this going to affect him later on? If we follow Big Guy's line of reasoning and DON'T homeschool him, we need to get him on a regular, normal schedule. I'm still holding out for homeschooling though.