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May. 30th, 2002 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrI worked eleven and a half hours at the day job today. Exhausted. Obviously, no work on fiction tonight.
A bat got into our bedroom last night (1:30 a.m.). We handled it according to our respective job descriptions: I do spiders. Rob does bats. He whapped it with a legal pad and booted it out the back door. It was gone this morning which means it presumably recovered from its dreadful experience and is now back in our attic. We'll have to stuff the cracks with steel wool and insulation again. I used the hour lost in the middle of the night dealing with this emergency as an excuse to blow off my morning workout.
Have picked up and started American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I feel guilty because I'm supposed to be working on the manuscript for Lois' next Chalion book. Next, Lois, I promise.
Upstairs is still a mess because the painting in the girls' bedroom still isn't done (trim and windows to go). Stuff is all over my office floor and hallway and girls are sleeping on the foldout couch in the living room.
Feel hot, sweaty, exhausted, irritable. Sometimes it really sucks being a super-Mom. I've really drawn on my internal reservoir of resilience down to the bottom.
Have been tempted to respond to what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
johnwalton has called his "queer rant." But am too tired and I figure I already wrote a novel on the subject, which John's already read. (And liked it, too, I'm happy to say). If anyone else wants to know my opinion on the subject of the weird confluence of religion and homosexuality, read The Wild Swans.
Friday night is my regular Mom's night out, and I am uncomfortably aware that I've been getting into a rut about it. Too often, I resort to going to one of my favorite restaurants, ordering something I've ordered before, and then ending the evening watching a movie, or going to a coffee shop or a bookstore. I'm throwing out a challenge: suggest something different for me to do, something I've probably never done before. Any ideas for me? Let me know! Thanks.
Peg
A bat got into our bedroom last night (1:30 a.m.). We handled it according to our respective job descriptions: I do spiders. Rob does bats. He whapped it with a legal pad and booted it out the back door. It was gone this morning which means it presumably recovered from its dreadful experience and is now back in our attic. We'll have to stuff the cracks with steel wool and insulation again. I used the hour lost in the middle of the night dealing with this emergency as an excuse to blow off my morning workout.
Have picked up and started American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I feel guilty because I'm supposed to be working on the manuscript for Lois' next Chalion book. Next, Lois, I promise.
Upstairs is still a mess because the painting in the girls' bedroom still isn't done (trim and windows to go). Stuff is all over my office floor and hallway and girls are sleeping on the foldout couch in the living room.
Feel hot, sweaty, exhausted, irritable. Sometimes it really sucks being a super-Mom. I've really drawn on my internal reservoir of resilience down to the bottom.
Have been tempted to respond to what
johnwalton has called his "queer rant." But am too tired and I figure I already wrote a novel on the subject, which John's already read. (And liked it, too, I'm happy to say). If anyone else wants to know my opinion on the subject of the weird confluence of religion and homosexuality, read The Wild Swans.Friday night is my regular Mom's night out, and I am uncomfortably aware that I've been getting into a rut about it. Too often, I resort to going to one of my favorite restaurants, ordering something I've ordered before, and then ending the evening watching a movie, or going to a coffee shop or a bookstore. I'm throwing out a challenge: suggest something different for me to do, something I've probably never done before. Any ideas for me? Let me know! Thanks.
Peg
