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wednesday: better than tuesday
Nov. 16th, 2005 10:02 pmIn a giant fit of apathy, I decided last night that I don't care if there's a day missing from the calendar. Well, I guess I do, but not enough to have done something about it. To further qualify that, I did actually write something but it was worthless and angry and not really very funny. I like to at least be funny when I'm angry, or make a point or something, and the post was doing none of that so I gave in and went to bed instead. I think it wasn't funny mainly because I kind of overreacted and I knew it except that it wasn't about just that one thing that made me angry but was a symptom of the greater problem.
So, yesterday I was in a bitch of a mood, but today was much better. We had a pretty big storm last night, thus ending the weeks of 70 degree weather in November. (I was beginning to wonder if the Dark One's hand was at work on the world.) Today was the first really cold day of the year here. (When I say "really cold" in this context, I mean that it was an actual day of honest cold weather, not that it was actually all that much of an extreme cold.) Anyway, my boy likes to blame stuff on the weather, which is something that I have picked up with a vengeance.. which is funny considering how much I made fun of him when he did it the first time. It's the headaches that kind of convinced me.. weird weather does seem to spark nasty headaches for me. So I'm just going to pretend that my mood was based on the nasty weather.
Anyway, during the day I was reminded that I have completely ignored the whole writing/editing projects and have gotten very little done of late. M has also been slacking, so we decided to institute productivity sessions every evening. We're stopping short of scheduling all our free time into activities, but we're going to try to have 45 minutes every evening where we try to do some stuff.. be it writing, editing, studying, exercise or various web projects. We'll see how it goes, but we were good boys and girls tonight, anyway.. would have been pretty sad if we couldn't keep it together for even one night though.
And in other news, I am so pissed off about M's job lately that I don't even know where to start. Maybe I should start with the fact that he regularly only has three hours a day at home where he's not asleep. Or maybe I should say that recently, they've started making him stay past six for a conference call, so sometimes he doesn't get to leave until seven or even eight once or twice. (Plus a 45-minute drive home.) And that sucks enough all on its own, but what's really bothering me right now is that he's scheduled to work all day on Thanksgiving. And you know, I tried to imagine that I am not all that attached to Thanksgiving. I tried to kind of ignore the whole thing by thinking that it wasn't that big of a deal, Thanksgiving is an American holiday and he spent most of his life without celebrating it.. but then I realized.. that dammit, I don't have to. I have a right to expect major holidays to be HOLIDAYS. I don't have to pretend that it doesn't bother me to spend my day of thanks withoutAnd the person I am most thankful for. I may be less than nothing to the powers that be at his place of employment but they don't get the power to take away my enjoyment of a family holiday. They just don't. I am still holding out for them to decide to be decent human beings. I am so painfully, unrealistically optimistic sometimes.
So, yesterday I was in a bitch of a mood, but today was much better. We had a pretty big storm last night, thus ending the weeks of 70 degree weather in November. (I was beginning to wonder if the Dark One's hand was at work on the world.) Today was the first really cold day of the year here. (When I say "really cold" in this context, I mean that it was an actual day of honest cold weather, not that it was actually all that much of an extreme cold.) Anyway, my boy likes to blame stuff on the weather, which is something that I have picked up with a vengeance.. which is funny considering how much I made fun of him when he did it the first time. It's the headaches that kind of convinced me.. weird weather does seem to spark nasty headaches for me. So I'm just going to pretend that my mood was based on the nasty weather.
Anyway, during the day I was reminded that I have completely ignored the whole writing/editing projects and have gotten very little done of late. M has also been slacking, so we decided to institute productivity sessions every evening. We're stopping short of scheduling all our free time into activities, but we're going to try to have 45 minutes every evening where we try to do some stuff.. be it writing, editing, studying, exercise or various web projects. We'll see how it goes, but we were good boys and girls tonight, anyway.. would have been pretty sad if we couldn't keep it together for even one night though.
And in other news, I am so pissed off about M's job lately that I don't even know where to start. Maybe I should start with the fact that he regularly only has three hours a day at home where he's not asleep. Or maybe I should say that recently, they've started making him stay past six for a conference call, so sometimes he doesn't get to leave until seven or even eight once or twice. (Plus a 45-minute drive home.) And that sucks enough all on its own, but what's really bothering me right now is that he's scheduled to work all day on Thanksgiving. And you know, I tried to imagine that I am not all that attached to Thanksgiving. I tried to kind of ignore the whole thing by thinking that it wasn't that big of a deal, Thanksgiving is an American holiday and he spent most of his life without celebrating it.. but then I realized.. that dammit, I don't have to. I have a right to expect major holidays to be HOLIDAYS. I don't have to pretend that it doesn't bother me to spend my day of thanks withoutAnd the person I am most thankful for. I may be less than nothing to the powers that be at his place of employment but they don't get the power to take away my enjoyment of a family holiday. They just don't. I am still holding out for them to decide to be decent human beings. I am so painfully, unrealistically optimistic sometimes.
