Short Version: I CAN HAZ MOAR TIME PLEASE?
For the writers in the audience
Medium version: In preparation for a night away from my family this coming weekend due to a blogging conference here in Melbourne, I have been trying to get ahead of the housework. Screw it, yes, certain feminists may stake me for saying so, but there you go, it’s true. To do so involves me even putting my writing/blogging aside, which will explain why I am here at this irregular time. Later, I will be grocery shopping. In the dark and cold. I’m wearing Adam’s clothes today. See, this is what happens when I do put chores first – it all gets weird.
I could tease out why I feel the compulsion to do all this when the other three members of the family are perfectly capable of pushing a few buttons on a washing machine or emptying kitty litter, but that would take too much time. Time I don’t have.
Long version: No time!
