Category: Daily Life

* Lunch done. Baby refusing to nap. Wife tense. 7 yr old reading diligently on his assignment to learn who Daniel Boone was. 10 yr old ticked that she is having to work on her long term assignment. Me? I feel if I’m not careful I could have a snap so I must be extra flexible and strive to respond not react. Must get work done. Have suggested that the baby be left home so that the wife can have some relaxing time to herself during the 10 yr old’s psychologist appointment (10 yr old full of anger and hate).

Today’s transitional point

We’ve reached the point in the day where the focus has to change and there is more to do than the mind can grasp. What is most important? The php work. On to that. Don the headphones! Put on the blinders!

* need food

Today’s goals: finish php site!!

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Poo Poo Head

Now here’s the kind of thing you miss out on having an office away from the house or by not having kids.

Friend of 7 yr old: “10 yr old. Come outside!”

10 yr old girl: Harshly “NO!”

Friend of 7 yr old: Shouts “Poo poo head! *door slams*

Now that’s good stuff!

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* My wife has shared that she is “having a crappy morning” (duh!) but refuses to tell me how I can help or share what is going on. Today is one of those days where a working man could “disconnect” himself from family life at an office and have less stress.

* resume off. Meeting with the php work scheduled for tomorrow. He called and wanted it to be today but that’s physically impossible. Damn vaporware!

* Royal pain in the rear. Got the resume modified. Not terribly pleased.

* with crossed, fingers I’ve got the art computer working with MS Word. Mouse is crappy and frustrating

* Wife is doing that “she’s mad at me but won’t give me a hint” thing. It makes my heart turn into a 20 lb weight. I feel like someone has put lead in my chest.

I can’t keep MS Word open for more than a second. DAMN! Why me?! Every tiny thing has to go wrong for me!!

* worse yet. I haven’t put a keystroke toward the php work that should have been completedly already. Really, it should have been less than a day’s work.

* Computer’s are refusing to play nice. Can’t edit the word document that the recruiter needs.

A New Day!

Let’s start the day off with a PayPal donation link:

This Morning

* up at 7. Walking dog. Watching trash truck drive on past us (I’ve got to get them the $90 I owe!). Reading the paper (today’s cypher was ridiculuously easy). Breakfast (oatmeal). Getting the baby (new diaper and breakfast). Phone call from recruiter.

* Now trying to get word doc modified but MS Word is crashing. This is going to look bad to the recruiter.

* I am trying to run a website related to the Tennessee Lottery and am a year behind schedule. I comment that “I should have been collecting articles and putting them in a folder” and my wife responds “why!?” Does no one understand the research side of creating a successful business model? I could create a successful business model selling mudpies with a decent capital seed and the right amount of effort.

Last Night

* Took the brainbench test on CF 5 and scored 4.82 out of 5 which according to the results is better than 99 percent of people who took the test.

* 10:15-10:30 trying to get to the bedroom to watch a movie at 10:15 with the wife. This time is stoking the fire and preparing it for a long, low burn (the room is sooo much better now!), getting the kids settled and getting a snack.

* 10:30-midnight moview

* midnight to 1am reading–bout of insomnia. Had lots of energy but couldn’t focus it. Should have programmed all night.

* I’m wound like a watch spring right now. Wife wants me to watch a movie at 10:15 which I’d love to do but I’m so worn out that I just want to go lie down right now and sleep. I have to do this proficiency test for the recruiter and if I wait much longer I’ll be too tired and make silly mistakes. I need a job badly. The 19mth old seems to have a lump on her left breast and a persisting rash on her inner left thigh and I have no insurance to take her to the doctor with.

Explemplorary Chaos

Here’s the type of thing that most DINKS miss out on. I am trying to have some calming time to myself after a totally depressing day with some reading on Diaspora by Greg Egan and playing the guitar when the 7yr old and his friend tell me I am taking them to the store for snacks then the 13 yr old declares that he has dog poop on his shoe after walking the dog 15 minutes ago. That’s 15 minutes of tramping dog poop through the house. I’d like to require shoes be removed at the front door but I personally like keeping my shoes on.