But first to finish this book.
Yesterday, I read a comment on another blog by a fellow writer whose husband accuses her of neglecting everything else because of her hobby. I also got an email from a friend whose husband did the exact same thing. I’ve heard the same from other writer friends, from bestsellers to newbies. This attitude infuriates me. First of all, this is no hobby. We get paid for this. It’s a job. If it was a job outside the home we wouldn’t even be around to badger. Ergh!!! Can you tell I’ve encountered this in my husband…? And to tell the truth I halfway deserve it when I’m going for a deadline. I pretty much tune out everything unless there’s medical or natural emergency. But that’s not when he drags it out. Oh no…! It’s always when I’m actually on a light writing schedule and he thinks I need to do some sort of housework like laundry. Have I mentioned that my family makes a lot of laundry? And who is he to think I am the only one who can rear children and clean. I did not promise to clean, launder, cook and serve when I said my wedding vows. I don’t know many women who do. Like…none. Second of all…there is no second. I’ve already said it!
All this and I’m really not even torqued with my husband right now. He’s being pretty darn cool. But if he looks sideways at me even once today…
Children: Both still living. My baby turned 11. Wow!! Homework avoidance a 9 on the standard 1-10 scale of homework perfection. Parent torture on Friday. Would I be considered a deadbeat parent if I just skipped it? I actually dread parent teacher conferences more than I dread going to the dentist—even when my children are perfect angels. I’m sure it’s a carryover fear from my childhood. I dreaded conferences then too. Kids dragged me to the Haunt today because mom AKA Troop Scoutmaster must have the bejesus scared out of her in the presence of 8 adolescent boys.
Loads of laundry: 2
Words Written: 1700