My Husband FINALLY Read My Blog

Big Mistake

Both hubby and I are not gifted in encouraging andedifyingg and instead of focusing on how wonderful my blog is and what a good writer I am (’cause I know he thinks that) he says, “Now I know where you’ve been spending all your time. ”

That happened as I was heading out the door for my writing weekend. Talk about heaping a load of discouragement on me! I immediately went into deciphering the hidden message mode which said:

“Gee, honey, now I understand why the laundry is never done, and dinner isn’t on time when I walk through the door. I’ve always wondered where you were when it’s time to put the kids to bed, now I know. Uh, didn’t you give up writing?“

Well, whether or not that’s what he actually said, it’s what I heard and it mixed with my own mama guilt for spending too much time on the computer. (Hey, at least I don’t watch soaps while eating bon bons or talk on the phone. Don’t I get some points for that?)

But still, I’ve slowly been feeling this new obsession growing out of control, but I also knew there’d be an end to the endless hours on the internet. We’re still in summer mode, gearing up for homeschool. So while his words might have been right on, it’s the lack of support and encouragement I often feel for my writing that got to me.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a wonderful guy who lets me go off on SEVERAL in town weekends a year to write or scrapbook or whatever! And he has NO PROBLEM taking care of the four kids. It’s just he doesn’t get it that my writing isn’t just a hobby. It’s a career in the making which would carry more weight if I was actually making money at it. Though I do remind him that I’ve made $1200 writing in the last two years (though I turn around and spend it on writer’s conferences.) Doesn’t that count for it being a REAL career?

Anyway, enough gripping. I’m just so excited to be here in the hotel suite (that my hubby did a business trade for so I could get away.) I’ve got my coffee brewed. I’m set up on the bed, though there’s a perfectly good desk. My meals are stashed away in the frig and the room came with microwave popcorn and two complementary beverages which I got at the little food pantry down stairs. So I’m all set. (If only this high speed internet hook up was a little faster.)

Next thing to do it is log off, pray and then write!