Writing is a selfish act

On Writing: Why can’t I be both, the mother and the writer?

I get two hours a day — three if I’m lucky — to do all that I need to do. I’m talking work, exercise, bills, writing, reading, cleaning — anything that I can’t do with the baby on my hip.

Three hours to feel like a person and not just a mother.

I try to use it to write because fuck, I need it. I crave it. But then the work suffers and so does my body and our home.