I just upgraded my blogs across the board to the new WP 2.9 and for some reason it’s bollocksing up the code on one of them. I type it out painstakingly tag for tag, and then as soon as I hit save or publish, it buggers it up again. Annoyance of the highest factor.

The other thing is that at the moment, the other parental unit is on holiday. He is making it his mission to moan at me every time I so much as breathe near the computer. I am starting to wonder when ‘what I do’ is going to SINK THE F*CK INTO his brain.

I am a photographer who needs to edit photos, sell stock photos, maintain an online portfolio, research techniques.

I am a graphic designer who needs to design all sorts of stuff, sell stock images and again, maintain an online portfolio and research new ideas and techniques.

I am a blogger who maintains a network of blogs. I produce original content, learn good white hat SEO techniques, am in the process of redesigning each of these sites single-handedly (whilst learning how to along the way), any hesitancy or laziness in this regard directly begins to affect my income. Yes, I earn money blogging. But I am not yet at the stage where I can show him a hundred thousand dollar cheque and tell him to shut the hell up. Not yet. Until then, I suppose he will make it his mission to wave his paw dismissively and say ‘bah’ everytime I try to explain this. I am very, very tired of trying to explain this.

So, while he is on holiday. I am not.

I am trying, very very hard to do what I need to do, during the times when he is otherwise indisposed (mindlessly watching cricket – you don’t see me moaning at him) and while the kid are happily playing with their new sandpit, and generally good natured and entertained.  But there are a few random times during the day where I am in the middle of a thought process, trying to get something done, and his constant stream of interruptions is driving me mad.

Should we go to “XYZ” wine farm today?

What do you think of this?

Why don’t you go and play with the kids instead of playing on the computer (now my work has been downgraded to ‘playing’) all the time?

Are you going to help me clean the kitchen? Did you hear me in here? (Yes I did, and I was just wondering if you were going to help me fold the laundry fugnuts!)

Ugh.

I hate being the negative person, but I feel like I am stripping very ugly wall paper off very sticky walls right now, i.e. it may well be the most frustrated feeling in the world.

Anyhoo.  I think the solution may be to get up even earlier, like say, maybe, 4am, and put in a solid 3 hours before anyone else is up. Then another 3 hours from 7pm till 10.  That should just about cover what I need to do.

Yeah, maybe I just solved my own problem. Or at least solve it without involving meat cleavers, and skulls.

Sure, it would be easier to go and just find a job, or do a science job search but realistically, I’d much rather do this, and have the potential to really take off.

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