When you work for yourself, it's not always that simple.
There's a lot of good things about it, like arranging your schedule to suit your own needs. I'm not a morning person. My husband doesn't understand I'm still waking up when I come out of the bedroom. Instead of giving me some space, he acts like Barney the dinosaur on coke.
And I don't mean the shit bottled in Atlanta.
Back when I worked the conventional nine-to-five, I couldn't tell my day-walker co-workers to fuck off when they acted like this.
Another good thing is when I have insomnia or a sinus infection like I did three weeks ago, I can actually rest.
Then there are other times when I have deadlines.
Like this month.
And the hubby wants to play.
*sigh*
So, I took advantage of a local event and sent him on a playdate with some of his friends.
And for some strange reason I made my daily wordcount before midnight today.
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