The Dawkter is on call. He didn’t tell me. Didn’t put it on the calendar. He told me just moments ago. He can do call from home and will not have to go in. But he hasn’t gotten all his work done today and wants to stay at the hospital.
I have plans. A very close friend wrote a book which was the subject of a 5 way bidding war among several major publishing firms, resulting in a 7-figure contract, publication of the book in 13 countries, and an advance for her next book. I read her early drafts years ago, while our oldest boys played together in the preschool playground. I haven’t seen her since the NY book fair last Spring We’ve been trying to have dinner for months. She has until 9pm tonight and who knows when she’ll be available again.
I performed heroic acts of time management today, took care of a preschooler with a cold, took K1 to his ENT almost an hour drive and made it back in time to pick up K2 from school, bathed and fed 3 kids, read with 3 kids, finished homework with 2 kids, cleaned the kitchen, etc. so I could have the “privilege” of going out to dinner tonight. The dawkter didn’t plan ahead and now he’s irritated because I need him to come home and put his kids to bed so I can go out for 2 pitiful hours.
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I have plans. A very close friend wrote a book which was the subject of a 5 way bidding war among several major publishing firms, resulting in a 7-figure contract, publication of the book in 13 countries, and an advance for her next book. I read her early drafts years ago, while our oldest boys played together in the preschool playground. I haven’t seen her since the NY book fair last Spring We’ve been trying to have dinner for months. She has until 9pm tonight and who knows when she’ll be available again.
I performed heroic acts of time management today, took care of a preschooler with a cold, took K1 to his ENT almost an hour drive and made it back in time to pick up K2 from school, bathed and fed 3 kids, read with 3 kids, finished homework with 2 kids, cleaned the kitchen, etc. so I could have the “privilege” of going out to dinner tonight. The dawkter didn’t plan ahead and now he’s irritated because I need him to come home and put his kids to bed so I can go out for 2 pitiful hours.
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