Waiting for Laundry

It is 1:03 in the morning. I've been desparate to go to sleep since eleven. First I had to make sure I handwrote the husband's invoices which have to get sent out tomorrow morning so that we can get paid. The husband is in Kazakhstan getting paid to babysit a couple of designers and such at an advertising agency. He promises to come home every two weeks to see us. I told him I might be able to put up with this until I'm done with school in June but that's that. After June 20th, the only plane I'll be boarding will not go to Kazakhstan but somewhere with sandy beaches and turquoise waters.

After the invoices, I had to do laundry. In fact, I'm waiting for my third load to finish up so I can hang it on the drying rack in my bedroom and hope the smell of fabric softener won't tickle my allergies. I have had a hell of a weekend with not even a minute to waste on Facebook and I'm quite content with what I've accomplished. Yes, nevertheless.

You see, so much has happened since my post-hospital days of doom and procrastination. In short: the husband quit his job (because we didn't want to move to Dubai and they were going to make us) and started his own business (because he was already working a full shift on freelance work and making me crazy hogging the home office). I got frustrated at school (though I'm thinking about going back for another year) and started looking for a full-time corporate job. After interviewing at a single company, a drug manufacturer, I decided I can't do 9-to-5 ever again. Somebody's looking out for me up there because out of the blue I get two magazine jobs, both of which I can do freelance and mostly from the comfort of my own (or that of a shopping mall.)

My first project is a 40-page supplement for a shopping magazine. I'm editing and producing a KIDS version which involves a lot of shopping for cute clothes and accessories, styling photo shoots and writing snappy copy. Apparently this little supplement might in fact be a free-standing magazine by September, fingers crossed.

The other magazine relationship is with a company that shares my daughter's first name. And they publish the Turkish version of one of the magazines I had the "pleasure" of working with while in New York. I will be developing custom publishing opportunities for them and once again, hopefully rarely set foot in their offices.

That's a quick update for you. It suddenly got very quiet around here. It's 1:20 am. The washing machine is silent which is my cue to say goodbye, at least for now.