It’s 1:22 in the morning. My kids will be up in about four hours, and I cannot invite the sandman to take me away to save my life. Damn Excedrin. It kills the headache, but kills the sleep too.
Between the lady who got stuck on her toilet seat for two years (how? really?) and the lady that went in for a leg operation and instead received a new, um, keister, the world is just really disturbing my rem-cycles.
The mural is coming along nicely- it’s been ages since I painted a mural, and I forgot a) how much fun it is, b) how much work it is, c) how much my shoulders ache when the day is over, d) that I can actually paint left-handed and e) how my thoughts mess with my sanity when I’m alone for that long. Not a good thing. Today I resorted to a radio masking-taped to the wall, tuned to NPR, just so The Committee in my head would leave me alone. Blogging really does keep me sane- it’s like sweeping out each day- making room for things not-Neurotic or not-Crazy.
Oh, and can I just say, the Saturday Night Live ladies really did nail the whole NPR voice. Pete Schweaty. *snerkle*
Something is wrong with our car. Of course something is wrong with our car- why not now? Eleven weeks of no job is the perfect time for the car to pee anti-freeze all over the garage floor. Do you know anti-freeze does not evaporate? Yes, it’s true. It just stays. And stays. And never goes away. Weird.
The next two weeks are going to be insane. I have so much to do- I’m not complaining, but I’m not very organized, either. I think I need a clip-board- or something. Several of you have contacted me about paintings, I got a pattern order from a new store, I have to finish the mural, I have two quilting
guilt guild meetings, one of which I am the president of, and I’m supposed to make 78 bookmarks, each unique of course, for our Relief Society birthday dinner next week. Hmmmm. Human cloning is still out of the question, right? But don’t you think that would be a good idea? No? Hrummmph.
Oh yeah, I have three kids, carpool, preschool, and a husband who’s looking for work. Cripes.
(those of you waiting on paintings- rest assured, that is the stuff I want to do- the rest? Eh, not so much- but painting? I love me some paints…)
It freakin’ snowed here tonight! Can you believe the audacity?! It’s two days till spring. Grrrrrr. It better be gone by morning. You know why it snowed, don’t you? It’s because I went and packed up the snow boots TODAY. Yes. I did. And that is why it snowed.
When I picked Bean up at school on Tuesday, his teachers pulled me aside. Oh no. When they both want to talk to me, I know he had a bad day. What now? Oh, he punched Daisy? Little, tiny, sweet Daisy? *sigh* And then he ran away when you tried to put him on timeout? And he threw rocks at you? Yes, yes, I understand. Come on Bean, let’s go home… *sigh*
Even my glass of ice-water, sitting here tinkling beside my keyboard as I type, is giving me indigestion. Wynken, Blynken and Nod, went for a ride… oh mister sandman, send me a dream- make him the sweetest, that i’ve ever seen, make him like to do dishes and guess all my wishes… oh… mister… sand… man… now it’s 2:04