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Last night, I was not quite ready to sleep, but the baby was. Thus far, I haven't managed to get her to settle down at night in her crib. We have been cosleeping in the bed in her room. She was exhausted and ready to go down and I was tormenting her by trying to stay awake like an adult, so finally I decided she needed me to be with her more than I needed to be awake.
But then I had a flash of inspiration. If I grabbed a notebook and a pen, I could write in bed!
So then I'm rummaging through my drawers upstairs for a pen. I found 3. None of them worked. So I trooped back downstairs, baby on my shoulder. Husband was immediately concerned that I had reappeared after saying we were going to bed. I said, "I'm looking for a pen that writes." He grabbed one out of the message pad holder on the fridge door. Then said, "Do you have any paper?" I did. Then he said, "What do you need it for?" Then, in a moment of sweetness, said, "Do I want to know? Nevermind, you don't have to tell me."
*pets the good Husband*
He's so funny about the writing. He really, really doesn't want to know. But I also believe that he doesn't want to interfere, either.
Because he complained about there being files he couldn't open on the computer, I have started leaving my stories un-password-protected on the hard drive, though I cringe a little every time. He often reads snippets of my stuff when it is up on the browser, not knowing it's mine, and has said some quite insulting and dismissive things. It's funny how the criticism of a person in real life can far outweigh the praise of the virtual commuinity.
But then I had a flash of inspiration. If I grabbed a notebook and a pen, I could write in bed!
So then I'm rummaging through my drawers upstairs for a pen. I found 3. None of them worked. So I trooped back downstairs, baby on my shoulder. Husband was immediately concerned that I had reappeared after saying we were going to bed. I said, "I'm looking for a pen that writes." He grabbed one out of the message pad holder on the fridge door. Then said, "Do you have any paper?" I did. Then he said, "What do you need it for?" Then, in a moment of sweetness, said, "Do I want to know? Nevermind, you don't have to tell me."
*pets the good Husband*
He's so funny about the writing. He really, really doesn't want to know. But I also believe that he doesn't want to interfere, either.
Because he complained about there being files he couldn't open on the computer, I have started leaving my stories un-password-protected on the hard drive, though I cringe a little every time. He often reads snippets of my stuff when it is up on the browser, not knowing it's mine, and has said some quite insulting and dismissive things. It's funny how the criticism of a person in real life can far outweigh the praise of the virtual commuinity.
