Can’t I Tell Everyone to Eff Off?

Cat-First-Saw-Snow5Winter is coming and with that my parents (also my bosses) are going down to Florida. I will have the whole company to run on my own again. I have mixed feelings about that. I live an hour away, so I’ll have to get up at 6:15 every morning to get to work by 8. We live in Northern Illinois, so I will have to travel in cold and snowy weather to and from work everyday. No more days off.  😦

I will also have to connect my cell phone to the work phone so if the weather is too bad for me to get to work, I will have some way of answering.  This is actually the awesome part because I no longer have to worry about missing a call when I do call forwarding. Whoohoo!

But work isn’t my only problem, my younger sister is in Florida too. No big deal…right. WRONG! My little sister is the one that is always the designated babysitter for my nephew (also her nephew). So while she’s gone, guess who gets to watch him? Yeah, ME!

So I have to work until 4:30pm then pick up the nephew by 5:15pm, but I might have to go to UPS after work and that place is about half an hour to get to nephew’s school because of traffic. Thank God for call forwarding because that is the only way I’m going to survive this, because I see leaving early in my future. I have to watch nephew Monday, Tues, Wed, & Thursday of next week.  Um…NO! Thursday is my writer’s group. Sorry that takes presidency. So twin sister will have to find another sitter Thursdays.

Oh and then twin sister doesn’t get home until 7pm. I’ll then leave, drive an hour, to come home to spend maybe 2 hours with my husband before he goes to bed. But he’ll probably be playing video games anyway. That’s if I do come home that night. My sister sometimes feels uncomfortable when alone, so I might be staying with her. Then back to work by 8 to do this all over again.

So…If you have been reading my posts you know now that National Novel Writing Month is totally NOT in my future. There is no way I’m going to find the time to write 50,000 words by Nov. 30. GRRR!!! Why can’t I lock myself in my office and tell everyone to F*#k Off!


5 thoughts on “Can’t I Tell Everyone to Eff Off?

  1. Yve's Corner November 1, 2014 / 9:37 AM

    I used to struggle to do the whole ‘tell everyone to f off…. But then I got three kids, now no one boths me. Wanna try that? Lol 😉 I’m commenting with my normal blog, but here’s a link to my BP blog. 🙂
    Good luck.
    P.S I’d love to write a novel, I have so many ideas….. But I’m super scared. What if I run out of words or run out of manic? 😉

    Keep in touch.

    • mydualities November 2, 2014 / 9:31 PM

      Thank you for commenting. The idea of having three kids to finally get enough balls to tell people to eff off made me laugh. I’d be lucky to have one. As for writing, I learned that I get the best ideas when manic, but write my best when I’m in the realm just below or above stable. If you run out of words, think ‘what if’ for a moment and the words flow again, and write like you are writing to breathe and worry about fixing things when you think you are finished. That’s the advice I’ve been given. That’s the advice that keeps me writing even when I discovered that I’m still learning to write for me and not for others.

      • Yve's Corner November 3, 2014 / 3:33 AM

        Thank you so much for the advice Duals 🙂
        As for the kid, everythng happens for a reason aaand at the right time!
        That’s my wise-old-lady adive for the day.

        Looking forwrd to your posts.


  2. becci johnston November 29, 2014 / 2:07 AM

    It’s amazing to me that those of us who try to keep everyon e happy – at the detriment to our mental health – aren’t seen for the charlatans we are.
    Asking for he lp is mega hard for me.
    And when I’m overwhelmed rushed off my feet so busy I can’t think straight….that’s when my mum will suddenly need me to do something 4 her. Deep inside i really wanna yell her,
    “Hellllooooo…..I have fucking bipolar disorder, how bout some support here??”
    I never would.
    Instead I plod along wishing my family would acknowledge my condition, and its severity – all the while claiming im FINE! lol!

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