2605
2605. That between some kind of pile-up at work; managing kids, while hubbie has his own pile-up at work and visits home for two hours daily on a GOOD day; between worrying that my older one is a wierdo and that maybe she should go to that school where the teachers will not be MORONS, who say she’s reatarded, because she can read (could when she was four!) and calculate hundreds at the age of six, and knows biological systematics, but eats with her fingers and barks at other children sometimes and refuses to take off her hood for a few hours in the morning. Oh, don’t forget crawling under the table for “no reason, whatsoever”. Yeah, I am worried for her, but I KNOW why she’s like that. Now I need to convince the school system, what here, where I live, is a challenge. Especially, since my social skills suck as much as hers. And on top of that the school I’m thinking about only can accept THAT ammount of kids, and there are more applicants than there are places.
Shit!
Now, I’m tired with the book. I’m tired with forcing myself every day to write that 750, and I’m tired that most of the days, there’s less than that.
I hate the fact that this week I wrote less than half the community goal. I try to tell myself that now it will get easier, but will it? Really? Why?
Gads, I could at least WORK today, to have that overload shit out of the way, but instead what? I’m ranting! Maybe I need to rant? HEEELP!!!
Oh, and btw, I’m really posting these weeklies for my own reference later, but it’s lovely that you comment on them f-list, makes me feel important somehow. THANK YOU! :*
And eta: I’ve just read a very nice comment on my story and got a new shiny nick-name for my character, so now I’m a little better. Thank you
