Post by siobhan on Jan 29, 2020 11:35:42 GMT -5
We have some new reporters at my newspaper, both in the sense that they are new to us and fresh out of college. My editor assigned one of them to cover all the government meetings, like city council and (thank you, Lord!) school board, so I no longer have to waste, um, spend my Tuesday evenings sitting through an endless batch of PowerPoint presentations and pontificating from self-important ... well, you get the idea.
However, last night I had to go to a school board meeting because my colleague has several late evenings this week due to other things and my editor asked me if I would cover it to give her a break. I had a full day of work before the evening board meeting, so by the time it was over, I'd written and turned in the story and was able to go home, it was 9 p.m. That's past birdy bedtime, and I was tired and hungry and disgruntled, and when I went to put Clyde and Freddie to bed without having been able to spend any time with them (which is as important to my mental health as it is to theirs), Clyde was stubborn. Of course, he just wanted to hang out with me and not just be stuffed into bed with no Mommy Time, but I was so out of sorts that I snarled at him for it. Turned off their lights and went back to the living room, where Rocky was also being demanding for the same reasons. Finally got him to bed and I sat there feeling guilty for being grouchy with poor Clyde, so I tiptoed back into their dark room and up to his cage, where he was tucked into his tent and I whispered to see if he were still awake (he was) and I apologized. He made kissy noises. I made kissy noises. This morning all was forgiven and forgotten.
BUT ... he's a Quaker and he'll probably punish me later. LOL
However, last night I had to go to a school board meeting because my colleague has several late evenings this week due to other things and my editor asked me if I would cover it to give her a break. I had a full day of work before the evening board meeting, so by the time it was over, I'd written and turned in the story and was able to go home, it was 9 p.m. That's past birdy bedtime, and I was tired and hungry and disgruntled, and when I went to put Clyde and Freddie to bed without having been able to spend any time with them (which is as important to my mental health as it is to theirs), Clyde was stubborn. Of course, he just wanted to hang out with me and not just be stuffed into bed with no Mommy Time, but I was so out of sorts that I snarled at him for it. Turned off their lights and went back to the living room, where Rocky was also being demanding for the same reasons. Finally got him to bed and I sat there feeling guilty for being grouchy with poor Clyde, so I tiptoed back into their dark room and up to his cage, where he was tucked into his tent and I whispered to see if he were still awake (he was) and I apologized. He made kissy noises. I made kissy noises. This morning all was forgiven and forgotten.
BUT ... he's a Quaker and he'll probably punish me later. LOL
