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*blinkblink*

*looks around blearily for coffee mug*

Morning.

No picture today. Open house at school last night, followed by run to Aaron Bros. ate my evening. FYI, do not buy frames at Aaron Bros. anymore, unless they are for small photos. The large frames? Holy gods. Go to Dick Blick online. Aaron Bros. is just too expensive. I ended up only buying mattes, and only because they had some gorgeous ones that will fit the Between Heaven & Hell series, *perfectly*.

I do not cut my own mattes. I suck at it.

Aiya.

Tired.

To both Denison and [profile] lunaticbubbles, you are both made of epic Win and I would not have survived last night without coming home to both of your smiling faces, a happy baby, and a dinner I didn't have to cook. Same to the husband who had the bottle of wine open and ready too.

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Don't forget, First Fridays at Everyday Zen is this Friday evening. All sorts of lovely things going on and art on sale.

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Update on the Ant later. Is good news from the orthopedist.

I'm going to go pour myself in to a vat of coffee now and try and wake up. Pray for me.
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Today, the Mouse went to school. She didn't get to go to her class, because they're freaks because her TB test is out of date.

But she went.

She's gone to get her stuff so she can go tomorrow, but it doesn't change the basic.

My Mouse, my darling girl, my star-dusted, solar child, is officially a Kindergartener.

Dude. How the hell do I have a Kindergartener?

I am awed and emotional. I've not gone all weepy, which is awesome. But I am very emotional. In many ways, for me, this is the official start of beginning to let her go out into the World and try her wings. Pre-school and Nursery were very insulated and protected. This is still very protected, but it's where it starts.

You should have seen her fly out of bed this morning. She was so excited.

I hope she keeps ahold of that, that desire and excitement to learn. It's my job to protect that for as long as I can, no matter what. If school doesn't do it for her, I will make it happen some other way. As Tammy rightly points out, school isn't a prison if you know your parents got your back and will pull your ass out if it's needed.

But for now, school it is. The Mouse is a social butterfly and it's an easy way to meet many different people with different backgrounds. We'd still meet them no matter what, but this is kinda right down the block. Literally.

Aiya.

Words. *beats them on the table* Can't make them capture it all. But right now, this moment, I put it right *here*.

Look out, World. Here comes my girl. I've no idea what she'll do or become.

How wonderful!

EDIT: Gods bless Dr. Efron's office. Got her hooked up, got her Yellow Card, and when the Ant got her to school to turn in the card, they said she could go straight to her class.

Which she did without a backward glance, just in time for going in to class after lunch.

Please give mad props to the Ant who made it all happen with no help. I couldn't go with and neither could the husband. She did it all, with babe in arms, much hysterical crying because of shots, and LAUSD bureaucracy. She's not feeling it right now, but she managed, even if she doesn't feel like she did.
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Picture 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.

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