A hard week
It’s been a hard week. On the one hand, I landed a freelance proofreading job. It’s really tedious, but it pays weel, and with our financial situation, who can turn down good pay?
On the other hand, it’s taking away from “real” freelance work (i.e., writing) and other things I might do.
And, of course, this has made me all stressed out. I can certainly understand James’s point of view after this week (he has a Cruise News this weekend, so it’s going to be hard).
What I feel the most guilty about is the housework. We have dishes in the sink from three days ago. Normally, I don’t allow that.
And I don’t want to. Unforunately, because of the Cruise News, I’m going to end up with most of the work. And really, I don’t mind. I am totally okay with helping out when he has work.
And he’s good about getting me dinner or a “thirsty drink” when I’m working. But he doesn’t do the laundry withour a push.
It’s weird, because there’s definitely a part of me tha takes pride in keeping the house neat. But there’s also a part of me that says, Why should it always be my job?
This whole gender roles thing? Gonna take some time to work out.
