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(in which the author admits that the minutiae of her day at work is probably only really important to her, but wonders whether it would break a man to let her rattle them off at him anyway before he bolts off to unwind with the boys, especially in light of the amount of data she's taken in on naptha and rifling a gun barrel because it was important to him to share it with her:)
~sigh~
Biggest character flaws?
I take shit personally when I really shouldn't.
And when something stings?
I don't say anything about it until I've worked it round in my head a bit, seeing it clearer by blowing it a bit further out of proportion than it deserves.
~shakes head at self~
Got to quit that shit.
I'm not going to say this work thing's kicking my ass--the work is easy and enjoyable, and the people are great (as long as you can swallow all their quirks and realise that the only way to make every one of them easy in your company is to be who you are constantly and have grace). So far so good, there.
It's the only having two hours, once I get home, to reconnect with my boys. The learning curve on that one's rather steep. That's where the ass-kicking lies.
When Mark finds long-term work?
Two things:
1) I'm scaling back hours at the spa, so I can be the one to pick up the boyo at 17:00 and so I stay sane.
2) I'm giving him less grief about holing up for a half hour after he gets home instead of diving right into family-time. Because right now, I could stand some holing up. Now I grok.
~deep breath. Long exhale~
My long-nights-impossible-odds muscles have atrophied in the time I've been house-mommying.
Ah well, back to eyeing the keyhole.
~sigh~
Biggest character flaws?
I take shit personally when I really shouldn't.
And when something stings?
I don't say anything about it until I've worked it round in my head a bit, seeing it clearer by blowing it a bit further out of proportion than it deserves.
~shakes head at self~
Got to quit that shit.
I'm not going to say this work thing's kicking my ass--the work is easy and enjoyable, and the people are great (as long as you can swallow all their quirks and realise that the only way to make every one of them easy in your company is to be who you are constantly and have grace). So far so good, there.
It's the only having two hours, once I get home, to reconnect with my boys. The learning curve on that one's rather steep. That's where the ass-kicking lies.
When Mark finds long-term work?
Two things:
1) I'm scaling back hours at the spa, so I can be the one to pick up the boyo at 17:00 and so I stay sane.
2) I'm giving him less grief about holing up for a half hour after he gets home instead of diving right into family-time. Because right now, I could stand some holing up. Now I grok.
~deep breath. Long exhale~
My long-nights-impossible-odds muscles have atrophied in the time I've been house-mommying.
Ah well, back to eyeing the keyhole.
