Be Careful What You Wish For...

My last post revolved around needing work. I lamented about not having a writing job, wished someone would contact me, blah blah blah.

Someone shoot me.

Today, in the early morning I applied for a job and heard back from the employer almost instantly. Talk about being surprised! Not to mention happy, because even though it is a bulk writing position and the pay per article is low, I can really use the money. With three children, one in diapers, one who is just insane, and another about to enter public school kindergarten in the fall...yeah, I need it.

The woman is really nice and offered me as much work as I can handle. When I say as much work as I can handle, I mean it. Today I did a trial run of 5 keyword articles, but if I want it, I can get far more, PER DAY. It's a bit daunting, as some projects are 25 or more due in just a few days. That's something I haven't done before. But I did find out that if I push myself, I can do it. I had 5 articles finished in around 3 hours, including research.

Oh and in the middle of sealing the deal with the lady, I received another email for a gig to write a monograph. I am one of the few chosen to write a sample out of which they will choose a writer. I need to write this ASAP, as the writer will be chosen on Friday. Why am I so hyped? It pays nearly $3,000. For a budding freelancer, that is one hell of a clip under my belt and wad in my pocket.

Can you say school clothes? NICE ones?

The fun part of the whole episode today was the kids. My oldest surprised me, she was really well behaved. Her sister and brother on the other hand. OH MY GOD. I wrote the keyword articles with screeching, hitting, crying, and once the 10 month old bit me on the butt when standing by my chair. None of us was happy in the near 90 degree heat.

Normal day. Only I was in a rush to get some great work out to impress this woman. So, finally, all proud of myself for working through it all, I attached the last document to the email and sent it out. YAY! Finished. The house had taken on a strange silence around the time I had finished sending the email, so I turned to tell my husband I was done, and you know what I see?

A baby passed out on the floor like a drunken sailor with a bottle hanging from the corner of his mouth and his 2 1/2 year old sister snoring on the couch. I looked at hubby and asked,

"How DARE they? How dare they fall asleep when I am DONE? Not while I am in the middle of writing, but AFTER I finish?"

So, I did what any frustrated and mentally exhausted mother/writer would do. I stalked out of the house and jumped fully clothed into the pool. I feel much better now. Though I am terrified of if I can handle all this work.

Oh lord, I need to send some posts out to my gossip blog. YIKES!

**EDIT**
As soon as I logged out of here and logged into my email, thee was a request for an essay on caregiving for special needs in an upcoming book. YEEKS!