Now this isn't going to make much sense to any one but me probably but damn I'm glad the weekend is over. I love my husband dearly, as anyone would know that has been following my blogs, but the weekends are spent with him under my feet. No not literally but he does seem to find things that take me away from the things I feel I should be doing.
I've been trying for days to get one last edit done on one of my books before I try taking it to hard print. On top of that I have a hundred other things I think I should be concentrating on and getting a whole lot of nothing accomplished.
Now is that Buddy's fault? Of course not. It's just that when I'm working on something I have a one tract mind. I'm surprised the man doesn't hit me in the head with something.
The poor man has to feel like I've left him him at times. I haven't but it sure must feel like I have. All I study is one book or another these days.
I've also become a lousy friend. I don't take the time I should to spend with friends and family like I should either. Well the one thing I have learned is that the people who really love me must understand because they still support me and I'm grateful for that.
I have to say that the weekend for the most part has been uneventful and has passed rather smoothly. Oh there were a couple of glitches but nothing that was earth shattering. I did get to spent some quality time with two very special people at some point and I did enjoy those little ones. They're a hoot.
One of the people I would have loved to have spent some time with however I barely even talked to. Between work and school and her family she has become as bad as me about not having the time for the ones she loves.
Maybe some day I'll return to normal but since I have never really been normal who knows what that is for me. I certainly don't.