Time to Write

Looking back over the last week I see a spotty record of hit and miss writing. And, when I look at the challenges some people face in getting to the keyboard, I feel a little lazy and lax. My days are just a little full and I am a little tired.

Mary, my wife, is in school all day until 6:30 pm. It is my job after my job to see to dinner and other matters household stability. I know a lot of women and some men have been doing this for a long time, and I am not complaining. I usually do a lot around the house, but Mary is the one who likes to cook. I am the one who cooks when I have to. I do the laundry and clean the kitchen after dinner as my contribution to daily housework. Now I am doing it all, which is alright, but this week I have added a cold into mix and by 9 or 10 pm (my usual writing time) I have been brain dead or spending some quality time with Mary. Quality time with the children consists of “have you started your homework?” Like I said I am not complaining yet. Wait until my car breaks or people start throwing up, then I will start swearing*.

*I have decided to swear in non-sense words. If you have seen “Firefly,” a very interesting series that Fox cancelled after half a season, or the movie “Serenity,” You will get the idea. As a preschool teacher, I have always advocated for non-offensive swearing and teach my parents this skill. It you stub your toe in a preschool classroom you have to say something.

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3 Responses to Time to Write

  1. Uh oh…I hope you didn’t read my post about how I end play fights with my brother–or about what Tom said when the power was out! I’ll have to come up with new cuss words.

    Hope you’re feeling better soon.

  2. randomyriad says:

    I am feeling better today, thank you.
    Don’t get me wrong. I am strong advocate of cussing in moderation. Sometimes it is the only way to properly express the true nature of feelings. It’s just that I hate dealing with 4 year olds swearing. If they learn explitives I want it to be from their parents or classmates not from me. When I am in friendly adult company, I use my fair share of profanity.
    My wife learned how not to swear at people with poor driving skills when our oldest son was two and acted like a tape recorder. He was often in the car with her and developed a rather sophisticated vocabulary.

  3. My daughter had a “cussing jar.” Whenever we cursed, we had to pay her a nickel. She’s now living in a mansion in Beverly Hills 😉

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