“hey. Can you give the baby some food? Before he gets all freaked out?”
“um, you can also feed the baby, you know. You’re just sitting there.”
“yeah but I have to write my NoBloPoMo entry for the day! I’m running out of time!”
”OMG! OH I didn’t know you were WORKING!” (smirk)
“Hey! Dooce pays her mortgage AND her husband was able to quit his job because of her blog! Don’t you want to be able ot quit your job one day?”
“Hey! I’d LOVE to quit my job! You just let me know when.”
“AND! For years before that, they had a babysitter come in so that she could write in peace during the day!” (and spend time with her FAMILY at night!)
“OK, so was her blog making money at the time they had this babysitter?”
“NO! They INVESTED in her TALENT! So they could get the franchise off the ground! You have to invest some money and time in order to build a business that makes money!”
“I love you. And I hate to be the one to point this out. But um, didn’t we have this same conversation when you went to Doula training, and when you started your web design business, and when we INVESTED in yards and yards of fabric and a hundred sling rings? I’ve been very supportive of your many, many talents.”
So there you have it. I am adrift; unemployed and unemployable, and I wish I had something wonderful for ya’ll this third day of NoBloPoMo, but instead all I have are crushed dreams and an empty bank account and no babysitter and therefore no time in which to cultivate my (many, many) entrepreneurial ideas.
Oh! By the way, I got a wedding band tattooed on my arthritic finger today. It kind of looks like someone attacked me with a sharpie when I was passed out drunk.
absolutely serious, yes! I do have pics and will post them soon.
Holy shit. You are amazing. AND you have an amazing husband. AND you still have loads of potential, man. AND, are you serious about the tattoo?
::snork:: I hear ya! No time to cultivate my many many entrepreneurial ideas. YES!
And no fair talking about new ink without pictures. Even swollen, red skinned pictures!
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