Wednesday for Fun and Profit
Feb. 4th, 2009 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angela_n_huntPicture tonight.
Lots on my mind this morning. Things like, OMG, I have to get the kitchen packed, we're not ready for the movers on Saturday, here is where I start freaking out. Followed by being irritated about an upcoming parent/teacher conference because the teachers don't want to talk to me about problems or good things in the classroom with the Mouse, they want to talk about why she "seems so sad all the time."
Um.
Have you been paying fucking attention?
We're moving. She lost several friends this last year. One set moved away. The other was the child of the asshole who never paid me and vanished. A new baby is on the way and life is changing. Wouldn't *you* be sad? And um, didn't we fucking tell you this was happening?
And yet, at home, when she's not being a normal insane 4 yr. old, the Mouse is happy as a clam. Tells me endless surreal jokes that all have something do with either a banana, a pickle, or a sock. Regardless of what the lead in line is. She hugs me constantly. Last night, she told me I was her heart. (Yes, I melted. Duh.)
Sad?
Um.
No.
But if she is at school... Grr.
However, the move is going smoothly and ditto for the dayjob. I hunger for a gallery show, even in the midst of all this mayhem, because having packed all the art, I want it to go out in the world.
I'm also starting to get consumed with the idea of making some birth art. I did some during the pregnancy and after the birth of the Mouse. About the same time during my pregnancy in fact then as it is now. I have glowing, round, powerful ancient fertility Goddess images in my head, wanting paint and clay. Neolithic to be exact, super round and abundant. Solar images. Light. Interesting to me, because the birth art I made last time featured a lot of images of night skies and dusk. Stars. The light's closer this time.
And all my paint and clay is packed.
*headdesk*
Of course it is.
I think I'm unpacking the art supplies first when we're fully in the new place.
So there it is. Wild, wooly, my brain on no caffeine and plenty of allergy meds.
Lots on my mind this morning. Things like, OMG, I have to get the kitchen packed, we're not ready for the movers on Saturday, here is where I start freaking out. Followed by being irritated about an upcoming parent/teacher conference because the teachers don't want to talk to me about problems or good things in the classroom with the Mouse, they want to talk about why she "seems so sad all the time."
Um.
Have you been paying fucking attention?
We're moving. She lost several friends this last year. One set moved away. The other was the child of the asshole who never paid me and vanished. A new baby is on the way and life is changing. Wouldn't *you* be sad? And um, didn't we fucking tell you this was happening?
And yet, at home, when she's not being a normal insane 4 yr. old, the Mouse is happy as a clam. Tells me endless surreal jokes that all have something do with either a banana, a pickle, or a sock. Regardless of what the lead in line is. She hugs me constantly. Last night, she told me I was her heart. (Yes, I melted. Duh.)
Sad?
Um.
No.
But if she is at school... Grr.
However, the move is going smoothly and ditto for the dayjob. I hunger for a gallery show, even in the midst of all this mayhem, because having packed all the art, I want it to go out in the world.
I'm also starting to get consumed with the idea of making some birth art. I did some during the pregnancy and after the birth of the Mouse. About the same time during my pregnancy in fact then as it is now. I have glowing, round, powerful ancient fertility Goddess images in my head, wanting paint and clay. Neolithic to be exact, super round and abundant. Solar images. Light. Interesting to me, because the birth art I made last time featured a lot of images of night skies and dusk. Stars. The light's closer this time.
And all my paint and clay is packed.
*headdesk*
Of course it is.
I think I'm unpacking the art supplies first when we're fully in the new place.
So there it is. Wild, wooly, my brain on no caffeine and plenty of allergy meds.
