Here's An Idea

I am taking a much-needed break from the hours of tedious researching and typing I've been doing for this job I won on Freelancer last week.

Silly me, I thought that this one sounded easy peesy.  Boy, was I wrong.  I'm supposed to type 100 articles about anything I want and create 5 comprehension questions to go with each.  A super cinch, right?  It should be, except that I bid on the job honestly believing that I would have time to work on the 100 articles before I said I would have them completed (I said 7 days.).

Silly Mommy.

You know better.

So I bid on the job Friday; I won the job Friday; Saturday was Birthdaypalooza; Sunday was recovery from Birthdaypalooza, complete with 102 fever from the girl child.

OK, so I shouldn't have said 7 days if I wasn't even going to start to think about the job until Monday.

So Monday morning I was ready -- thinking cap was on.  Then Kendall was sick with the fever and the sore throat that are over-taking Cherokee county.  And I had to take Tanner to his Open House.  And I had to watch Brady.  And I had to go to the bank and the pet store to buy food for the other "kids."

You know -- I had to do my real job.

OK, so I should've just removed the thinking cap and saved it for Tuesday.

Oh, wait.  Tuesday is today, right?

Anyway, by dinner time Monday evening I had 8 articles written without questions.  And it was GRUELING getting that many done.  I felt so guilty -- like I was neglecting my role as mom and caretaker for my kids.

And that's not how it's supposed to be.

Then my super-awesome-and-fabulous SIL saved me by giving me some ideas -- topics, if you will.  You see, that is part of my problem here.  I am slightly Type A (Yes, just slightly), and I need direction.  Give me boundaries.  Instructions.  Many people hear, "Any topic you want," and they are ecstatic.  I was to begin with.  But then, once I started to write, my brain was overwhelmed by the idea of "anything."

Maybe it's because I know so much.  There are so many topics floating around in there.  I'm not trying to boast -- I just mean I have a lot of information in the grey matter.  (Of course, most of it is buried under the years of cobwebs brought about by childbirth and child-rearing.  Lack of use, I suppose.)  I taught for 6 years.  This job should be easy.

But it's not.  So here I am, at 4 PM on Day 4 of my 7 day job with only 18 articles written and 0 comprehension questions.

Mostly because I've been at the doctor and the pharmacy and washing anything with germs (which is everything) for the past few hours while trying to get some work done.  Both kiddos are sick now, one with strep throat and one with a nasty cold.  Because I'm so busy trying to keep straight when one took meds last and when the other one can have meds again, I seriously just can't focus on anything else.

And they just want to sit with me and get lovin'.

So here's my proposal.

You can read my blog.  And then you can pay me.  How does that sound?