One is not enough to write about. The other is too much.
I do not suffer a lack.
Most of my "too much" is non-writing related, though. So while a week long trip to the beach, the Pea's 2nd ear surgery in 6 months, our air conditioner being on the fritz in the worst heat wave in a decade, and starting a new home-based business to raise money for adoption are all interesting and very time-filling things, they have nothing to do with my book.
I've been able to write in spurts, and I've worked out some key plot problems. No complaints. I didn't meet my goal for when I wanted to have this draft done, but that's life. I've eaten popsicles on the back porch, survived swim lesson week, gone on a lot of long walks in the (closest thing to) cool of the morning, watched all the Lord of the Rings movies in 4 days on Blu-Ray with Hubbykins (he swears he can tell a difference from plain old DVD), welcomed a precious new nephew, and met a bunch of new friends.