The downside of being a freelancer is waiting on the checks. You wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Some months, everyone pays you all at once and you are flush with cheddah.
Other months go by and...nada. You peer into the mailbox, run your hand around the inside just to make sure you didn't miss anything. Shake out the catalogs and inserts to make sure an envelope didn't get stuck in between the pages. Then, even worse, you get put in the position of having to shake down the checks.
Last month, strangely? coincidentally? frustratingly? multiple clients didn't pay on time. Everyday has been a waiting game. I've justified Wallie's preschool to myself saying that if I can afford to pay the monthly bill on my own, then she can go. I look at as since I am working, she needs to be in school. So I can work. I'm not working full-time anymore so I've already bumped her down to three days from five, but as of now, if some rectangular watermarked documents don't hit my mail box tomorrow, she ain't going to preschool this month.
I swear, sometimes I just want to call it a day and go work at Pottery Barn. At least I'd be getting a steady paycheck. And discounts on home furnishings that half of America (and perhaps parts of Canada) has.
What else.
Oh. My children have already forgotten Halloween and that they both collected cute little ghost-shaped bags full of candy. Talk about short-term memories. My five-year-old can remember a bus ride when she was two, but she can't remember last night? I don't know how they could they forget, but forget they have. And you know what that means.
Aaaaand, lastly, J. turned the cable back on. Against my wishes. Something about being able to watch football. So much for our experiment. Actually, the girls are still on TV hiatus...they don't know the difference. I'm still pushing for a cable-free DMZ in our house. Buuuuuut I have to admit, a little Salt n Pepa show helps to take my mind off of those frickin' checks.
