A find myself with a small window of opportunity. A port-hole really.
Twice a week the Blonde Bombshell and Miss Curly Mop attend daycare, a remnant of the days when I used to work outside of the house, and more recently, when I attended university.
Now uni is over for the year, I have a small window before the new baby is born where I am essentially childless twice a week. Bliss, you might say.
I know I should be taking advantage of this opportunity and spend it writing. Afterall, according to the banner at the top of this blog my goal is to become a professional writer. Last time I checked, you didn't win that title like a lottery. You actually had to write things.
But instead of utilising this time by working on one of the many story ideas pinned to the corkboard above my desk, ideas that stare at me every day, accusing me of neglecting them, I am whiling away the hours doing other important things. Like watching Celebrity Apprentice and The Slap.
I am also eating a lot.
This is justifiable because I am pregnant. Luckily, I have been able to combine my love of eating and my desire to write into my sideline at Weekend Notes.
Every time I go to a restaurant, cafe, park or event I write a review and it is published online. I even earn a few dollars. I carry the tools of a professional writer - a digital camera and a notebook - and will snap photos of my food, and everyone else's. Woe betide the person who tucks into their lunch before letting me take a picture. I am amazed at how patient my friends and family are with me and my rather nasty habit.
In turn, friends and family are amazed at just how often I am eating out these days. It's a bit embarrassing really, but I almost feel I am a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. This analogy can be taken two ways - you can say I am eating plenty to make a nice comfy home for baby, or you can read the desperation of a woman who knows that soon all traces of a social life will disappear for a year or three.