Alpha and I had a very short, extremely sweet conversation on the phone yesterday. Okay, so it was sweet until interrupted by the child I was trying not to holler at...
"You should write baby."
"Why, because you don't want to (insert extremely physical and demanding profession here) anymore? It's not like I would make money on it anyways."
"No, because it would make you happy. And, while I do see you as an extension of myself, you are also your own person with your own dreams."
"Aww, that is really sweet. Dammit kid, please quit screwing around and do your English! Uh, sorry. This was a super sweet conversation for a minute there."
"Lol. It's okay.
It doesn't matter if you make money off of it or not. What matters is that it would make you happy."
"Yea...I guess I'll go ahead and get Word when our taxes come in"
Lack of the proper program has been a great excuse for years. Whatever am I going to do without said excuse?
I could easily come up with another excuse, or I could actually write something...
In other news, Alpha took the temperamental overachiever to work with him today. Uh huh, it's been a gloriously lazy day. Surprisingly frustration free too.
Okay, so there was that one moment when the little one lodged a complaint about me using a couple pieces of his cucumber on my eyes, but he forgave me.