I kept Skip and Flip home yesterday and today on the account of Flip having developed “le nasale snotay” and I didn’t want it to develop further than it already is. Skip I kept home, just to keep Flip company so that I could try and work a bit.
It’s been a bit crazy actually. A situation for which I naturally blame my hubby. (of course, if we can’t blame our husbands for these things, then who can we blame?).
Follow my thinking for a second here… If he hadn’t insisted on having his laptop in MY office, this would never have happened. It’s like he doesn’t accept that my business has to take over a whole (albeit tiny) bedroom in our home.
NO. It has to be OUR office. He has to have space on MY desk for HIS laptop.
Now, since he’s not here during the day, that shouldn’t be a problem, since I usually link up his laptop to the scanner and then use it as part of my routine when I’m working, so that I can have the printer attached to my computer. It’s not an ideal situation, but it works. At least my desk is a door that I’ve put on trestles (and painted white) so it’s larger than normal.
However, hubby’s laptop also has the big external hard drive attached which has all the kids movies, and our favorites backed up on it, so the kids have become accustomed to “daddy’s putah” being the home entertainment station. Because yeah, dstv pretty much doesn’t have enough stuff on it (insert your preferred level of sarcasm here).
So now, I get interrupted 100x more than normal, by the kids trying to watch something on daddy’s laptop, Skip wanting to use MS Paint on the laptop, begging me to print out various pictures that he makes, one of them needing help getting onto daddy’s office chair (which is in the way anyway) then having the other one hanging off me, trying to get onto my lap to watch whatever the other one is doing, or begging me to do farmville or cafe world or frontierville or in fact anything vaguely entertaining for them. This would normally only be an issue if they were off school, because naturally when they’re normally home on weekends we’re either out doing stuff, or they’re being cute and cuddly with daddy.
BUT since the Soccer World Cup is on, and Daddy has made it his mission to watch every single game on TV aside from the two that he is getting to watch live (England vs Algeria tonight, and one of the quarterfinals as well), the kids are now bugging me during the time I would normally go into my sanctuary, close the door and work like blazers as well.
So what happens is Dad is out in the lounge hogging the television or generally just suffering from uncommunicative male with remote syndrome, and I’m STILL not able to be as productive as I’d like to be.
In fact the only reason I’m getting this blog post out right now is because the kids are fighting over the little airport that has this arm that lifts up the little propeller plane flies it at varying heights around the control tower and then lowers it again.
Yesterday I decided it had been far to long since I picked up my camera, and took some photos of Skip and Flip, who were being a bit moody with me and not their usual smiley, posey selves.
As you will see from these pics that I took.
Skips mood is quite obvious, and it led me to process the photos in black and white, and add noise to increase the sense of drama!
Flip was sitting in his little leather armchair that we bought for them both (they each have their own) and the way he was lounging in it reminded me that one day too, he will probably suffer from uncommunicative male with remote syndrome, but for now he is still unbearably cute, even if we’d reached the scary part in “Nemo” as you will see from his slightly concerned expression.
Skip on the other hand is looking livid that I’m *forcing* him to watch something he’s seen more than 100x rather than letting him watch Ben X, which is of course, on ‘daddy’s putah’.
I’m writing this to you, with the sounds of that squirrel in Ice Age 3 struggling to hold onto his beloved acorn…
Yes, my kids are watching too much TV.
It’s the school holidays.
SUE ME.
Okay, now I feel bad.
Just so that you know I’m not totally ditching them to that great babysitter in a box, here’s some proof that we actually take them out regardless of the weather, for some great exercise. (though I suspect this was the start of Flips “le nasale snotay”)
One more thing!
I did a post over at my other blog, about why the brand new released Apple Mac Mini is perfect for my mom! Head over there if you’re interested!
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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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While I’m in the planning phase of trying to go bigger with my photography business (meaning actually leave the house occasionally and you know, work), there are many exciting things to consider.
Of course gnawing constantly at my mind is what to do with my youngest child, who at 10 months is still at home with me 24/7. I am not like most ‘house wives’ who simply pick up a cheap nanny and off they go. My childs care is of the utmost importance to me. If I could just find a decent play group with just a few children, and get him in there, even just two mornings a week, that would *totally* free up my time, to at least take bookings, because believe me I’ve been asked.
I can’t rely on my mom, who is still working full time. The other grandmother is in the UK. I suppose my next port of call would be an au pair service, which I could organise for just 1 full day a week, or two mornings a week, or something. I just don’t want to cut my business off at the knees right now.
Hubby is being hard-arsed about this and is refusing to pay, saying that *my* business should pay for it – thanks for the total lack of support honey – but how the heck am I supposed to go out there and make money if I’m having to fork out for child care first? It’s just insane. Of course if I bring up how I supported him utterly when his family betrayed him and we were nearly bankrupted by it, he’ll just get angry and I’ll lose the argument anyway. (I’m so sick of going around in circles about this).
Anyway, in true aquarian style, I’m not going to sweat the small stuff, and I’m going to day dream about the big stuff (it’s ludicrously counter-productive, but then we’re not exactly renowned for our practicalities). So I’m off to peruse promotional products, because they’re SO FUN! Don’t you just love branding???
Oh and on another note, I’ve totally been looking at online courses again, I think I may have found the perfect one, which I can afford to pay monthly, interest free, and it leads to an internationally recognised diploma – which in turn leads to an degree online, so I’ve finally decided to pursue on of my lifetime goals. Balls to the wall girls, I’m going to stop pfaffing, and start living reality, and DO what I need to DO. More on my course in the coming week.
Watch this space.
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Of Dogs and Dustmen
So I took the dogs for a walk around the block this morning.
I have a veritable *ton* of stuff to do, so I decided on just one quick circuit around our block which is exactly 1km. In future I’m going to build up the number of laps as per the number of km’s that I want to do.
But my dogs. Oh my stinking heck. My dogs. Well really just the one.
Firstly, the labrador, was so freaking good it was awesome. She saw the lead, immediately sat down, barely containing her excitement so that I could put her harness on and attach the lead, but the other one, the no-name-breed-o’-mongrel, UGH.
So we set out, the labby locks herself in at my left leg, and didn’t move out of place aside from the occasional sideways foray to smell something on the grassy verge. She was, amazing! The other dog systematically, and repeatedly ran between my legs, around the other dog, around to my other side (into the road) or in any other direction other than F*CKING FORWARDS. She is the poster child for enforced animal sterilization, and why dogs should not be interbred.
I am sincerely hoping that she either gets with the program, or I’m going to leave her at home in future. She honestly doesn’t need the exercise the way that that labby does, she’s the perfect ‘old ladies companion’ dog. (Any takers?) ha ha. She nearly had a little canine breakdown when the dustmen came past in their big noisy (smelly) truck.
But, aside from the canine shenanigans, I had the most awesome walk.
Our little suburb which is out amongst farmland is still relatively safe. I say “relatively” because a lot of folks are out jogging, cycling and walking before 10am in the morning, and then again from 4-6pm. I probably wouldn’t walk the dogs at noon for example, when the roads are really quiet. But in the busy-ness of the school run, it’s clear that folks are okay to be out and about. I passed no fewer than three retired couple ‘power walking’ (yeah, and I *totally* took ‘em!) but then I was lapped by a jogger, on whom I have now mentally sworn revenge and whom I will definitely outpace in future, and if I can’t catch her, well then I can always set my labby on her, ha ha ha, ho ho ho. (Clutches side and wheezes).
And now… yes, now I am basking in the afterglow of my endorphins and planning my schedule for the day, since I have a *load* wonderful work ahead of me that I must get to, I don’t want to start disappointing people now that I am hellishly busy. In fact I kicked up such a fuss yesterday that hubby hadn’t been taking my work seriously, by expecting me just to run every errand that he threw my way (sorting out the final stuff from the other house) that this morning he took Flipper to school, and let the garden service into the old property on his way to work. Small victory, but still, a victory!
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