The fishdog worked 18 hours today on no sleep.

Now, I don’t even pretend to know how he does that. I will work overtime if necessary. I tend to do that about once a month. As a matter of fact, I worked late and came in early several times this week…just not 18 hours in one day. Screw that.

or so I say… because I guess I do work 18 hours in a day. I get up and get the boys ready for school, work my 8 hours at the office, (take a lunch break to go work out at the gym) bring home the bacon and fry it up in the pan, then, most nights, I sit down and write. I do work the hours, just not all in one place.

Whew. for a second there, I was worried that maybe I wasn’t a very dedicated worker. But by the looks of things, I’m actually a work-a-holic. Glad I sorted that out.

You know what else I sorted out tonight?

There is no way to just say “I’m only going to clean the toilets.” and actually do that. We’re having house guests this weekend, and I thought I’d get a jumpstart on cleaning–that way I don’t have to do it all on Saturday.

So, I was just going to clean the toilets and the sinks in the bathroom tonight.

Two hours later, I smelled like bleach, and you could eat off any surface in any bathroom.

Glad I sorted that out, too.

BTW–I fucking hate cleaning. And I hate smelling like bleach.

Now, I’m taking my Maker’s Mark and Diet Coke to bed, where my mouth-breathing-overworked husband is already snoring, and I’m going to read some more of my Formerly Blogless Critique Partner’s hot demon sex book.

See ya in the morning.