The Heck with Our Precious Bodily Fluids: Let's Talk Nap Time

Oh, to feel bored. I remember that longing for something to do, for something to fill my life from my teens and twenties. I remember it, but only in the way one remembers an experience from childhood that isn't present in adulthood (climbing trees, running crying to FoilMormor with a skinned knee). Last night was my first night (in close to four weeks) where I neither had the kids, nor was working on my freelance project (done, done, done, but follow-up heading my way like a runaway train and me tied to the tracks), and I barely got started reading an embarrassingly lightweight book (no Atwood or Barnes or Calvino for me last night, that's for darn sure) before I realized that bed was calling me.

Good thing I answered the call, as I feel more rested than I have in quite a while. In the meantime, I joined a single parents discussion group that immediately disbanded (was it something I said?), and upon the notice of disbanding, I felt only relief. I don't have the time. This weekend: karate, library visits, visits (I profoundly hope) with Innana, TGs science class at Sunday school (yeah, you read that right). Given that I'm feeling slightly flush, and have actual good red wine in the house, pizza will probably be ordered on Saturday.

Off to work with me. And tonight, after giving platelets, it will be immeidately to bed with me again. No mucking around. Sleep is precious.

Last, since I wasn't working or taking care of kids last night, I had a chance to do my once-weekly (I've missed a few weeks due to the godawful schedule) DC Blogs Noted post of others' blog posts that I liked in the DC area. Take a look if you're so inclined.

Some Day, I'll Have Free Time Again

Actually, that someday will be my next kid-free nights. I finished my big extracurricular project (freelance work outside of my regular job), and I'll be paying for the Eastern Shore summer camp extravaganza this weekend. I'll also be sending $$ to Shrink and my dentist. And putting a little in savings.

You know the 6-months rainy day fund you need? I actually had that in the bank in 2004. Then I was out on maternity leave, had to take disability (hernia), lost my job, was unemployed for two months, discovered the Insane Ex (then Mr. Foilwoman) was insane and spending money as though I were Doris Duke, coughed up $50,000+ for a divorce, and took a reasonable schedule, much lower paying job. That was about 24 months, and shoot, the rainy day fund was gone, as it was designed for six months, and my hurricane lasted a little long while longer.

So when I get paid on Wednesday, I will be seriously trying to rebuild the recently deceased, but not extinct, rainy day fund.

But most of all, Wednesday night, I'm coming home and putting my feet up. That hasn't happened recently. A night with no plans. Sounds like heaven.

Running on Empty

I'm back in 65-80 hour a week mode, a way of life I thought I had left behind in 2005. I'm working my regular 40-45/hr week job, and then I've been freelancing, working another 25-35 hours a week on a project that I hope will end within the next week or two because I'm so tired when I'm not getting paid to work, I make a sloth look energetic.


Nonetheless, I'm glad to have the extra money coming in. There's a summer weekend on the Eastern Shore for my little family (including Innana) at a rustic summer camp-type place that I need to pay for, and, heck, I need to get a permanent crown on a molar that has had temporary crown for almost a year. There are other expenditures as well: medical bills, musical instrument rental for TG, DestructoGirl's preschool next year, miscellaneous medical bills, and, heck, I need to stock up on some wine.

But really, this is good for a few weeks once a year, but more than that? Not good. It's been three weeks of non-stop work, and I haven't had time to take a walk, play the guitar, cook a nice meal, really read a book, or do anything (except for a long weekend in NC visiting DOL, which was very nice). If I didn't need to pay ahead on things for the girls and pay medical bills, there's no way this schedule would be conceivable, much less justifiable.

Wow. It's a Brit Who Lost His Job Due to Not Understanding the Meaning of the Phrase "In the Public Eye"

Thank you Ms. Twisty Faster (of I Blame the Patriarchy fame and I feel insignificant even linking to one of her posts). Please, those of you who feel you must, must, must read confidential (or even top secret) documents wherever you might be because your time is so important (or possibly because you're a narcissistic jerk), consider the fate of Britain's former top counter-terrorism officer Bob Quick.

Really: if some information isn't for public dissemination/distribution/disclosure/dismay/disgust, well, don't display it in public. Which includes on the street and in the subway. Thank you.

Overworked

Doing some consulting work for a friend, I'm completely exhausted. After my regular job yesterday, I then worked for four hours and will do so again tonight. Necessary to earn TG's summer camp fees, car repair funds, and a little buffer room, but still. No funny or insightful observations (are there ever?) here, I'm just too tired to pay attention on the train.

There was a funny homeless-looking man on the bus who started up a very pleasant conversation with TG and me on Monday. We were playing the name/geography/alphabet game ("My name is Alice and I live in Adelaide;" "My name is Boris and I live in Bratislava." Etc.) He helped TG out with Q (who can forget Quincy, Mass. and Quebec?). And there was a great street musician at Farragut North to whom TG gave a dollar, but I can't remember the anecdote regarding that. And whoops, it's time for work.