It’s about the naptimez

Got a comment the other day on the scarf give-away post asking that I just get back to regular blogging already, and I was all like, “Oh snap, Adult Beginner, you best to explain about naptime”, so here it is:
I haven’t posted since I put up that give-away post because I’ve actually been napping during nap time.
Which, ok, maybe that makes no sense, what I mean is,
back in the day, the pre-baby day, posting went like this: I’d have something I wanted to tell, let it roll around in my head and sort of collect for a day or so, and then whenever I had a minute I’d just curl up in a chair and zone out and just write it all out in one go with no distractions, read it over for spelling and grammar, and then hit publish like bam.
Never save. Always post right away. Bam.
And usually that minute would be like twenty minutes before work or ten minutes during lunch or an hour when I got home from work or ten minutes immediately after ballet class while my husband finished making dinner,
And that felt great, it’s a great distraction from nervous deadline chasing and measurement matching at work, to have a story in the back of my head organizing itself and waiting to get told.
But now my minute to zone out and write out whatever’s in there only happens once a day. Nap time. There are so many things I want to do during naptime. Bloggy things, drawing things, sewing things, household things. Things like go outside and throw knives. Things I need to concentrate on with no distractions. But sometimes the horizons just close in and I have to spend nap time actually napping.
And that’s been happening the past week or so.
And it’s a one-two punch, because not only do I miss my window for posting that day, but also the more time a thought rolls around in my head, the more it eventually just falls apart and I can’t remember what was urgent about it that needed to get told and it’s just a shell.
Btw there was no naptime today. I just wrote this while Mr. No Naps yelled into the echoey depths of the washing machine. What is he telling the washing machine? Who knows???? But now he’s done so I’ll have to hit publish soon.
I know this’ll all fall into place, but just wanted you to know, Gentle Reader, that when I don’t post, it’s not about the give-away, it’s about the naptimez.