I don't usually rant about the Hubster. He's pretty good overall. He could use a good slug with the romance stick but overall, he's pretty good... I said that already. He puts up with a lot from me - the fact that i don't like leaving the house. The fact that I am a horrible housekeeper. The fact that I'm fairly neurotic about certain things. He puts up with me. But. (you knew there would be a but here) I should not have to beg for time to get my work done. I should be given without argument at least one hour a week (that is not nap time) to my damned self to do with as I please. It should not be a battle. He is the one with a steady job - a good one with benefits and everything. I'm not knocking that. But, at the same time, I'm trying really hard to make a go of this writing thing. I work for Lilley Press too. And yet, I have no time. The kids - if I want time away from the kids, I have to rely on my inlaws. That sucks. I love my kids but, 24/7 is a lot to ask and I never get a break. He does what he wants, when he wants, and with whom he wants. He golfs, goes to the bar, shoots pool, plays paintball, goes fishing. all without the kids, with his buddies, and I am lucky if I can beg him for one hour every month to myself. To do what I want. And that is not how it should be. For all his good qualities, and there are many, he doesn't get it. He doesn't get any of it. He's the one working so he should get to go play and - within reason - he should (and does). But damn!
This summer, I need to make some changes. Big ones, little ones, all sorts of changes. The Hubster and I are going to endevour to get a bit healthier than we are, I'd really like to fit in the clothes I was wearing before I got pregnant with Wolverine. (It would be too much and too painful to attempt the dress size I was before CrazyHorse!) I'm not sure yet how we're going to manage it but we'll figure it out. I need to find a way to structure my time better. I don't seem to be getting anything done at the moment and that is irritating as all get out. But, I suppose I'll eventually figure it out.
Book fair went well. He gave them my note from the very beginning and had zero problems. He brought home three books - two I figured on and one he must have found there. Half-Moon Investigations (by the author of Artemis Fowl) and SilverFin - a series about the young james bond. Good boy books. I'm quite pleased with it. Even more so by the fact that he sat down and started silverfin (taking a break from the last few chapters of the second Artemis Fowl book). He read and I didn't have to ask him to! This is progress and then some!
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CrazyHorse has a book fair again today... I'm very interested to see if they repeat their actions. Last time they wouldn't let him get books that were on his reading level, instead basing his available choices on his grade level. I'm sending a note this time:
"Please allow CrazyHorse to get books that are on his reading level rather than his grade level. He is currently reading the Artemis Fowl series and any books of that level are allowed. If you have any questions, please do call me."
I'm very interested to see what happens now...
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Last night was really rough for some reason. Wolverine was up at one and didn't go back to sleep, even though he was extremely tired, until somewhere around 3:30. In the midst of his fussies, the puppy decided to join in so 2:30 am, I'm standing in the middle of the yard with the obnoxious one trying to keep him from barking at the deer who have taken to sleeping in our neighbor's yard. Such fun. Then I had to get up to get CrazyHorse ready for school. So I'm running on empty today.
CrazyHorse's annual school bookfair is coming up next week and I'm plotting the letter to send with him. Last time he went to a bookfair the people working it wouldn't let him get books based on his reading level instead of his grade level and he ended up bringing home no books at all. This year, I'm not going to allow that. And if they DO push him back over to the 1st grade section this year, I'll call someone. I didn't last year as it's just a bunch of PTA volunteers who don't know any better but still. Telling a kid who reads at a 5th grade level that he can only get books from the 1st grade section is stupid...
Hubster is working afternoons this week - which is sort of nice and sort of not. I've gotten used to him being on daylight and now my schedule is going to go *poof*. Oh well. Worse things could happen.
I turn 29 on Sunday. This is very strange. I really don't feel anywhere near 29. Somedays I feel ancient and others I feel like a teenager. Never in the middle where I actually am. Funny how that works.
Hubs got me a membership to our local gym but I still haven't been able to go yet. I'm looking forward to it. I figure, if I find a way to go twice a week (or three times if I'm lucky), then I don't have to change the way I eat much to really get back to the shape I want. I'm looking forward to that but not obsessively so.
All the non-writing related news for the day...
April brings a flurry of postings and new issues that contain my work!
My poem, Enough, is currently appearing in the March 2008 print edition of Mouth Full Of Bullets
My story, Blur of Tiers, is currently appearing in the April 2008 edition of Lorelei Signal
My story, April Scabs, will be appearing tomorrow, April 2nd, at Every Day Fiction (wisely chosen day might I add...)