1/3/2000
Monday

Grateful for: Warm, spring-like temperatures. I read somewhere that this winter is supposed to be drier and warmer than usual, thanks to the weather pattern La Nina. I hope that's true.

Cleanup Project Du Jour: I finished cleaning out Daniel's closet and bureau drawers. I removed a pile of size 5 shorts that have been sitting on his closet shelves for several years; the twins will be all set for this summer! Tab took out the excess bedding that we had stored in that closet and put it away in the attic, freeing up more shelf space for Daniel's stuff.

*Special thanks to my bud, Ginny, for the perfect quotation!

   

Nag

Nagging is the repetition of unpalatable truths.

--Baroness Edith Summerskill*

Tab was still feeling sick so he stayed home from work today. I am sorry for him, but on the other hand, I can't help feeling a little envious. When I'm sick, I don't get to take a sick day from being a mother. It would be nice to be able to hie myself off to the bedroom for a nap without needing to check to see if some other adult is available to care for the boys.

Ah, well, I chose this life. The pay's lousy, the hours suck...but the benefits are incalculable.

Perhaps I am less than sympathetic to Tab because I'm angry with him for another reason. He was supposed to call back one of his clients several weeks ago but has not yet gotten around to it. I reminded him several times over the past week to call her, but he didn't.

The issue came up again today because the woman called this morning and left a message on our answering machine; I asked him, yet again, to call her back. He got angry at me for nagging him, and I was just as angry at him for putting me in the position where I felt I had to nag. Nagging does not come easily to me. I hate asking someone to do things that he should do without being asked.

Tab isn't always great about calling people back, but it doesn't usually bother me. I guess I felt more responsible this time because this client was referred to Tab by a friend of mine. I just don't get why he can't do this simple thing. How hard is it to make a phone call, for crying out loud?



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