We All Want to Believe

If ever I needed something, it is most certainly a Kick In The Blog. One of my many muses and a fabulous lady I am proud to call my friend is behind this brand spankin', squeaky clean website. Jessica posts writing prompts to help us get over that dang blinking curser.

She asks, "Who Believes in You?

Great question. I wish I had an answer.

But the truth of the matter is that I don't think anyone really believes in me. I have plenty of friends and colleagues that encourage me and give me positive feedback. As soon as I am given it, however, I start thinking, "She is just saying that because she is my friend. She wouldn't want to hurt my feelings. No one that loves you is that brutally honest."

The rational side of me wonders if no one believes in me because I don't believe in myself? Perhaps that is an irrational thought, but it is what I am thinking right now.

My husband is without a doubt my biggest fan and head cheerleader. But I feel most of the time all his rah-rah-sis-boom-bah is because is loves me. And because he is a man, he knows that poo-pooing on my ideas will inevitably cause me to poo-poo on his ideas. You know, like a clean house, clean and ironed laundry, and hot meals. Or something like that.

photo credit: Kick in the Blog

Whether his belief in my abilities are real or imaginary, he is the first one I go to when I am feeling like I am failing. At anything. Even if he doesn't understand what I am doing, he always seems to come up with the right combination of things to make me feel like I can continue to try for one more day.

Even after his little pep talks, the one thing I really want is someone to say I believe in you. And honestly mean it.


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How to Balance Life When Working from Home

Last night, I sat at the dining room table working on connecting my laptop wirelessly to the printer.

(Is wirelessly a word?)

It got to be about 9:30 or so and I realized there were no sounds coming from the living room. I had sent the boys to bed about thirty minutes prior, but I thought Big Daddy was laying on the couch reading his book.

After gathering up my laptop, all its accouterments and my cell phone, I turned off the lights, locked the doors and headed up to our bedroom where Big Daddy had apparently snuck off to.

Only, he was asleep.

As quietly as I could, I slid in the room, plugged in all my essential elements and attempted to get in my side of the bed. He woke up. I was going to work for a while so I had my laptop with me.

I say to him, "I feel neglected lately."

He looks at me accusingly and says, "That's weird. I don't have a laptop and an iPhone."

Ouch.

While his tone was light and playful, the meaning behind the words didn't change. I put everything down and asked him if perhaps we should come up with some kind of rules.

We didn't get very far because he never answered me and eventually just went back to sleep.

Now I am at a loss. There is no way that I can be done working by the time he gets home from work. Yesterday, he walked in the door, much to my surprise, at 3:00. Today, I am feeling completely overwhelmed because on top of my work stuff, other things need to be done as well. Like grocery shopping. With coupons.

There is no way I'll be done by the time he gets home at 5:00 today.

How do you balance it all? Is sleep overrated? Is there some essential element that I am missing?







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