I am intensely grateful that I don't have to juggle three small children with working outside the home on a permanent basis.
Writing seems like the perfect job for a stay-at-home-mum, but then, if you've ever tried to work from home with kids underfoot, you'll know how it can be virtually impossible to get a decent block of time to really get something done. Constant interruptions of the life and death variety ("I'm thirsty!" "Ziggy snatched my car!" "Muuuuum, Harlow just spewed!") make trying to concentrate tricky.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't started the blog because trying to contribute regularly and meaningfully here can feel like a crushing burden, but I know for certain though that I need to do something other than just be home with the kids. I am not cut out to be Sally Homemaker – although admire her, I do.
So mostly, it's writing.
But today, I got to do something ultra-fun and out of the norm. Today I was a voice-over artist. The ad I shot a few weeks back has a radio component also so I headed into the recording studio to lay down my parts.
It transports me back to my twenties when I lived and breathed acting. I like it better now though – still creatively fulfilling but without the angst of "Oh god, will I make it? I so wanna make it! I hope this will be the gig that launches me!"
Now it's like icing. Like gravy. Like the sweetest cherry on top.
And knowing I kicked a few bucks into the kitty today is a nice feeling, too.