divergent agenda

It's becoming clear that Ivo is not onboard with me reading and writing. In fact, these pursuits of mine are in direct contradistinction to his preferred pasttimes.

He really doesn't "get" what I'm doing and I'm begining to think that he doesn't understand much about our family at all!

My self-imposed deadlines have slipped, unsatisfied, into history. I'm left facing actual deadlines - all the while bearing a malcontented Ivo-shaped appendage. He wants the pen, the book, the boob, the eye contact... what is he thinking?