Sometimes, on days like today, I just wish I could go back to work full-time. So I could put my headphones in and click away on my keyboard and not have to deal with kids and dogs and and homework and schedules and all the other crap. I just need some time to myself when I don’t have to worry about anything else.
Sometimes, I just want to do what I want to do without having to give way to taking kids to school or dogs outside so they don’t pee on the floor or worrying about what’s for dinner or anything else. Sometimes, I wonder how I even made it as long as I did working full-time. When did I find any time for myself when I can’t seem to find even a few moments now?
Sometimes, I just want to hide away in a hole somewhere…
I think my ranting has gone on long enough… It’s a good day to write some of the emotional scenes of my books :).