Interview woes

Last night's interview - my part - was a disaster. It was not the show hostess's fault.

How much do I say? DH became irrational (aka accusing me of keeping him up when he was tired, yelling, screaming, being mean in general) when I asked him whether I should go to Borders or if I could have quiet in our bedroom for a couple of twenty minute intervals between 8:55 and 11 pm. First at 8:55 and again when it was my turn to be interviewed around 10:10 - 10:30 approximately.

Unfortunately, with a houseful of children - older children that do not go to bed early on a Saturday night but who don't have cars to go out, either, there's no quiet place in my house. I've tried in the past to bribe, threaten, and sweet talk the kids into being quiet - the more I plead with them to be quiet, the louder they get, I think just to piss me off. They definitely have their father's genes.

I thought about going to Borders, but then recalled how it's usually not that quiet there, either. The last time I went there to get quiet to do an interview, a HUGE group of friends showed up (between 10 and 20 people) and make a huge ruckus in the back room. The cafe's always pretty loud. So I figured that wasn't a viable option.

So, fuming at the DH (d does not stand for "dear") I went to my car. But then, I remembered I couldn't get online, and worse, my old laptop will hold a charge for half an hour if I'm lucky. I kept the laptop off until it was my turn as it powers down so fast. That didn't work well. I don't think the hostess was pleased - I'm so so so so sorry. My printer hasn't worked in months so I couldn't print off my excerpt ahead of time like I wish I could have done.

Then the hostess kept saying to use a land line, not cell phones, for the interview. DH gave up our land lines years ago. We only have cell phones.

I don't understand why hubby couldn't forego sound on the tv for twenty minutes, maybe an hour. Or why my talking on the phone would interrupt his sleep. He rarely goes to sleep before midnight anyway. If I had a normal, nice DH, maybe I could understand. But this is the man who gets phone calls till midnight and after for his umpiring/friends/etc and doesn't seem to care if I'm trying to sleep because I have to get up for work the next day. It's also the man who keeps the tv on till midnight and after when I also have to sleep so I can get up early for work the next day. It's also the same man who came home last night and changed the TV on me (without asking or saying a word) so he could watch his show when I had it on my channel watching something. When I stood up for myself, then he tells me how selfish I am.

It looks like I won't be signing up to do any more live interviews. It makes me wonder if it's even worth writing any more books since he gives me such a hard time to promote them. He yells and screams if I spend money on promotion, but then when I get a promo opportunity, he still yells and screams.

If I was still participating in an MLM scam where I was threatening our house, our future, by getting us deep into debt, by scamming unsuspecting people into front-loading inventory, by spending all my time on a worthless venture, I could understand DH's melt down last night. But my writing earns money, I do it around his schedule, this was an absolutely free promotional spot, and I'm not hurting anybody else. So I don't get it at all.

If I had enough money... I can't say it, but I'm sure thinking about it.