// February 19th, 2010 // No Comments » // Balance, Time Management, Work at Home
Now that it is officially the weekend, I have to get busy getting caught up on all the things interrupted by my job. You know, like housework, grocery shopping, laundry, playing with the Bear. I had two twelve-hour days at work this week, which also put me behind on my copywriting jobs. I need to get caught up on those before they snowball on me.
Copywriting is my favorite of all of my side jobs, and it pays the best. The only problem with it is that the jobs are not currently consistent enough to rely on to replace my income. I’ll get a few big projects and a few nice checks to stick into savings (or use to buy new tires or replace a water heater or something–something almost always breaks when I think we get a windfall), and then . . . crickets. I have a couple of back up writing jobs I’ve found that would be more consistent, but they pay much, much less. With those jobs, which I’ll talk more about when I have more time, I haven’t been able to really sit down and do them to see if I could make a go of it with them. Right now, I generally have about an hour or two each night that I could work after I get home and get everyone fed and get Bear to bed. If I have a freelance job, the other writing jobs have to wait. Why do something that pays hardly anything when I could do something that pays well? Also, if I do try to work two hours each night, I get burned out in a hurry.
I found that out with my online tutoring job. I scheduled myself for 10 hours per week, and it nearly killed me. On nights I had to work, I would get home, feed Bear, fix dinner for my Hot Husband, grab a shower while HH watched the Bear, iron clothes and make lunches for the next day, give Bear a bath, put Bear to bed, and then eat dinner while working for two hours before collapsing into bed. After one such evening, I told HH, “The only thing I could consider ‘me-time’ tonight was when I took a shower–and I didn’t even shower long enough to shave my legs.” I don’t think daily personal hygiene should count as “me-time.” Not unless it involves bubbles, jacuzzi jets, a trashy paperback, and soaking in hot water until you get all pruney.
I’m hoping that I can either get my freelance work to be consistent enough to be reliable or that this summer I can devote more time to my other jobs to see if any of them will pay off for next year.
For now, my big Friday night plans involve organizing my coupons, making my corresponding grocery lists, and going to bed as soon as possible.