Don’t you love how Taylor Swift write songs about all her past romances & break-ups? She really does get to have her say at the end and we all end up singing along to a great melody.
Sometimes I wish you could see me as I try to finish projects, respond to emails, dress up to see clients, write up these posts, take photos of what I’ve been up to, and try to distract my children in the meantime. (We’ve discovered old Scooby-Doo reruns!)
My neighbors would tell you that they see me at 7 am sharp most mornings in my jammies & bathrobe pulling furniture from the garage, paint under my fingernails from the day before.
By the time it’s time to get all 3 kids piled in the car for preschool drop off I’ve worked on about 2 pieces. At nap time it’s a debate between my Zumba on Wii and more painting. After dinner I’m checking paint and starting on the waxing process.
At night I set up pick ups & finds with Donald, my mover, making sure it’s not my turn for special snack the next day and trying to write after baths, books, dishes. I’m on my way to sleep when my DH walks in the door most nights.
A bit of rambling and maybe some self pity to say that my grammar is not spotless all the time. I’m just a mom, painting furniture & writing about it; trying to find pleasure in life in the bits & pieces that I can control.
T. Swift has been quoted as saying “Fair Warning” to those that break her heart and “If a guy doesn’t want me to write a bad song about him, he shouldn’t do bad things”. Hmmm. Don’t we all kinda feel that way? I think I should get a pass on grammar and feeding my kids lollipops on the way to Target and those last 5 lbs of baby weight and the neon orange silly putty that has embedded into the fibers of my favorite cardigan and I refused to throw away.