Don't be ridiculous. I can't get a half hour in every day to write and move things forward. But you know what? I'm getting things done. I'm writing a bit and making deadlines. Every few days. But not every day. Some days I need to veg out, just get away from myself. (I've been having these fits of grumpiness lately. Absurdist Partner asks me what's wrong and I have nothing, just nothing to say. There's no particular reason for it. It's terrible.) Often I'm working at night There's been a lot of madness lately: today Absurdist Child had a friend over (first time ever for both of them and me as resident mom), last week I managed huge gardening feats of bulb-planting goodness (I hope to have gorgeous pictures to show come spring, cross your fingers), the other day we went shopping for a wood-burning stove and opened a savings account for AC, yesterday I seriously cleaned the house in preparation for guests. Meanwhile, enough homeschooling is going on that AC is speeding through two different math curricula, getting better at and more willing to read (since there's a timer involved -- it's always numbers with him), and engaged in his projects, the most recent of which was the spending of his birthday money.
Everything feels like it is happening so slowly sometimes but really each week we've accomplished something and moved forward. That's more important than moving everything over for writing right now. Still, I can make my deadlines.