Six Hundred

A story about telling stories about missed bedtimes and so much more.

I had dabbled with writing in the past.

Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash

I had started an earlier version of Tidy Husband when we just got married and like a lot of my projects - I stuck with it for a while but then lost interest. The writing I mean - we’re still happily married and I am still in love. ¹

The version you’re reading right now almost shared the same fate. Sure, I would start again and then post periodically but with no regular cadence or audience.

Then she started school and got on that school bus for the first time:

And I wrote a post about it.

The next day, she went back to school so I wrote another.

And then I just kept on writing every day.

No magic, no plan - just a goal to write every day and so far, it’s stuck.

600 TIMES IN A ROW, it stuck.

I write when I am sick - I write from hotel rooms on my phone² at Great Wolf Lodge and so, so many posts from the kitchen table in little spurts because I keep getting interrupted. Nobody in this family has any idea what a flow state is I tell you.

Every night at about 8:30-ish I open up a laptop or a phone or whatever tool and start writing. Most days I have no idea what to write about and some days that shows.

Sometimes I am so, so tired I do not want to write - I write anyway.

Why? It’s actually kind of fun when you have something to share and none of us are that boring that we don’t have a story to tell of some sort by day’s end and with the child there really is never an end to the stories.

I mostly write about the child and the stories have changed over the year or so I have been doing this. When I began it was all one theme: GO TO BED.

Now the bedtime routine is easier and so theme and stories are changing too.

I guess that’s why I keep at it - to document the little changes that are day to day that otherwise would skip us by.

Google still doesn’t know I am here, and neither do the other 9 billion people in the world, but here I am every night writing about bedtimes and crafts and…

zoo camp over spring break had an impact. I am not sure what that impact is exactly…

Guess the Poop games! It’s like trivial pursuit - but smellier.

Let me know if you got all the answers right in the comments

For the 600th time:

Until Next time,

TH and Co.

1. whew. good thing I came back to edit that sentence.

2. not a great writing experience. do not recommend.