July

July 28, 2011

The Exhausted Place

It’s Thursday, and my last long day of work. Normally Fridays were off, but my most obnoxious client can only do her one-hour session then. After days like yesterday, when I have eight hours of tutoring plus two-and-a-half hours of driving/waiting, with no chance of stopping home, half-days start to feel as relaxing as weekends. An hour on Friday? It’s like getting my nails done. Last night we ordered take-out from my sister’s workplace, where she gets us a 50% discount, making organic gourmet just barely more expensive than home cooking. We started a new British mini-series, drank beer (rather Fierce drank Beer, and I drank non-alcoholic beer), and then I tried to go to bed early, since I was painfully tired. Instead of falling asleep, I laid in bed ruminating, again. I’m reaching a point where I can’t rest, but I’m too exhausted to work as hard as I should during the day because I’m only sleeping 6 hours most nights. I think about how much work I have to do and how it really has stopped fitting inside the hours I can actually work: my own paid tutoring hours (32.5 weekly), the hours I spend on the company […]
July 27, 2011

Update on The Cost of Pride

I thought of how I would respond to his half-ass apology, realizing that I was not willing to "split the blame" with him.
July 25, 2011

The Cost of Pride

Tonight I got into my first real fight with my father-in-law. My in-laws have been here since Friday, and will be here until Tuesday morning. Today we had a big birthday party for Wolfie and then were going to order pizza for dinner. My FIL, Art, declares, “I want sausage, pepperoni, and green peppers or black olives.” This automatically means two pizzas, since Fierce is a vegetarian and I only eat pasture meat. I ask my mother-in-law, Agatha, if that’s okay with her/what does she want. She says the toppings are okay, although it seems more like she doesn’t want to battle with Art over it. I then ask what sort of crust they want. Art says that they’ll have the thin crust. I note that Agatha is not happy about this, and ask her what she wants. I basically walk her through the process of holding her ground on something, and Art concedes to the deep dish (from a restaurant that is considered the best in Chicago….which is of course famous for its pizza). Later, after Wolfie is in bed and we’ve all settled into books or laptops, the topic of the pizza comes up again, and Art makes […]