TwitterNov 05 2009
A day in the life of, me, an emerging, entrepreneur, business woman, mom . . .
Breakfast: English Muffin
Load of laundry.
Check bank balance. Call bank. Wait on hold. Problem fixed.
Check email.
Burn a silly movie I made to DVD. Check it on TV. It works!
Check leads of information from those follow on Twitter. Read. Read. Read. Take notes. Print info.
Write blog post.
Steamy hot shower.
Walmart: “Why is my bill $31.00? Jeepers Cats, $14 for two bags of grapes? God, how much were they a pound… $2.39! Why didn’t I pay attention?? That’s the last of my fresh grape juice for the year.
At computer: Supposed to be able to download audio books for free from my local library. I have the business card right there in front of me telling me that it’s possible. I look everywhere. Can’t’ find a single spot to hook up to this feature. Someone tell me why I can’t find this? Why isn’t it straight forward?? Why, even when I dig around I still can’t find it? This is taking too long. Got to do something else related to business.
This is my library 
Love my library.
Lunch: Homemade hot cocoa
Dig deeper into Shelfari, to really learn this site. Decide: this is really an awesome site. Discover there’s an area for authors to create a page for themselves and their books. Look at what other authors have done. Did you know that Stephen King has written 75 books and 7 under a psudo name!! Astounding. Scanned to find out how to create an author page for John1′s. Can’t figure it out. WHY??????? Look some more. No go. WHY????????
Write this blog post.
Work on a document I’ve been creating.
Look at clock, 3:45, want to get the kids from school. More work. 4:30, still want to get kids from school. No time really. Have so much to do. Plus need to finish getting info together for meeting tomorrow night and have to factor in a class at Apple store tomorrow as well. 5:15. Pointless to get kids from school.
End result: Didn’t have any time to see my kids today. I miss them. That’s the crapper about divorce. You have to purposefully go to see your children. No time. No see. It sucks. They don’t just stream in the door, shouting, “Hey mom!” drop their back packs on the floor, give you a hug and kiss, and tear off for the kitchen in search of a snack. Instead your home echos hollow without their youthful voices scenting the air with it’s delicate fragrance. The silence made my heart ache and I drifted back to yesterday. When I was playing around with Caleb. We were being silly. Laughing and teasing. With Christmas coming I spontaneously asked him “What is the one thing you wish you could have?” Without adding “for Christmas”, Before I spoke those words I thought, he’d say, “to go to Disney for a week” or “to have my own laptop”. However the moment the words left my lips I knew. My breathing constricted. The clock stopped ticking. But it was too late to pull the question back. If I could have inhaled them right back into my mouth, sucked them out of existence, I would have. To avoid the, in our faces pain that would steal our joy and stab at his little heart and mine. Instead when I inhaled my next breath the words that softly left his mouth, devoid of giggles were, “To have you and daddy together again.” Sullen sadness filled the space. I drew him to me. We hugged each other into a deep embrace and held ourselves there. Tears pooled in my eyes as I stroked his soft hair, “I wish that was the case too honey. I wish we all lived together. Oh how I wish. But that just can’t be and it totally stinks. It makes me sad too.” A few minutes passed, we separated, and went on just a little less silly, a little less giggly.
Dinner: Mashed potatoes with white gravy made from the broth of the chicken thighs I cooked, and bread with butter: comfort food.
Eat and listen to Duma Key by Stephen King.
Talk to John2 for a while.
Finally put load of laundry into dryer.
Brush teeth. Change out of day clothes into night clothes.
Broke a nail. Crap. Well there’s a pattern on my right hand now, every other nail is short.
Think about doing dishes.
Try to eject DVD I burned earlier from inside Mac. Won’t eject. Look up on internet what to do. Do all three steps. Great. It’s stuck. So what now? Don’t want to take in to genius bar. . . Light bulb goes on. I took it out earlier and viewed it on my TV . . .
Work on a new blog post that came to me. Edit it.
Come over and edit this blog post.
Result: three blog posts today. That’s a record
Night, Love ya,
Theresa Jane
-who doesn’t think she’s going to post all three posts today. I’m saving at least one for another day. Want to go over it again.
I was going to ask you how the kids are about the divorce, it just kind of popped into my head the other day. I started reading the blog and just know that you were going to be told just what Caleb said. I knew before I even read the words and my heart was breaking for both of you. I think you handled it fantastically but I know it was a tough moment for you both. I guess it is expected that especially the younger kids only remember the good times and wonder why it had to change. Or you and your ex were great at keeping it between the two of you and the kids never got to see the bad parts. Trying to start a business sounds so hard and you work so much. But, I think Motherhood will always be the hardest job there is.
I wish I could say that my ex and I were good at keeping the issues to ourselves. But we weren’t. Better than some, but not good enough by far. We were at each other a lot. Sigh. But at least now we are really working on having peace all the time. For that I’m thankful.