tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14614540.post-80167039997129494952008-03-28T23:31:00.003-04:002008-03-28T23:44:37.641-04:00If we could only win the lottery....Today was the first time I ever wished we had enough money to afford for me to be a stay-at-home mom. I'm just tired of other people taking care of my kids and telling me what they do wrong. If they would just listen to me, my kids would be good for them. Honestly.<br /><br />In my home it's about preventing meltdowns, redirecting focus and choosing what behaviors to ignore. I've learned to only battle when its necessary. I also don't talk down to my children. I don't talk to them like adults, but I don't talk to them like they're dim-witted lower beings because they are 7 and 3.<br /><br />I am also officially burnt out. I have to meet an impossible deadline for a side job that just sounded too good to be true. With the amount of work its taking and the fact that I'm going to have to take vacation time off to finish it up (hopefully) I'll end up making less an hour then what I make at my regular job. What's worse, is when I asked for an extension, I was told no. Funny, because the production of the piece isn't going to be done in the week that I've asked for. Word to the wise, don't take freelance work for a set price when it involves multiple pieces. I was paid more for a single 1200 word article on Bennington for a magazine. And 1,200 was only four out out of the close to 40 pieces I have to write. I was told that if I needed help, to pay someone out of the money I'm getting. I'm about ready to tell them to shove it and walk away from the project. Honestly, $400 is a lot of money for me, especially because I thought I could tuck it away to take a trip to Salem in October like I usually do. Instead I'm burnt out and disenchanted with the whole process. I mean, when I told the head one of the project that the advertisers I have to work with aren't cooperating, that they think they have two to three weeks to make a decision, he didn't believe that the ad reps would let that happen. Yeah, OK.Pizza Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170645315545026106noreply@blogger.com