Sometimes I wake up really hopeful about the upcoming day. I lay there in the quiet darkness, those few moments after the alarm goes off and think about all that I know I will accomplish today. Like today, for example. I have never been so excited to paint. I used to think I hated painting but that was before I became a painter. It is my identity now. I do it for a living. Or for life, anyway. Plus, I learned the secret to using quality brushes instead of stupid blue tape and it has changed my life for the better. Plus, I picked colors that I am really excited about and I can’t wait to get them on the walls. Plus, I have been extremely diligent this week about getting done all of those million things that really need to be done so that I can feel good about spending the day painting.
And now here I am, on this Friday, the last day of this week. The half hour or so after I got up tried hard to dash all of my waking hopefulness against the rocks, but my hope is not easily dashed. I signed report cards, talked about what I was signing (quite a feat in itself – talking before eight a.m.), made a protein shake for the daughter who has realized that milk hurts her stomach too much to have cereal for breakfast, explained to same daughter that I can’t get chocolate stains out of a shirt that has been sitting for two weeks and wash it and dry it in the twenty minutes we have left before school starts, all the while being serenaded on the recorder by other daughter, while she experiments humming the same notes she’s playing (which drives Togo crazy), reassured still yet other daughter that it probably won’t rain on their field trip today even though the sky is totally black and the trees are whipping around (just wear your hat and remember to get your inhaler from the nurse, honey) and watched those women in prairie dresses on the news crying about their babies being taken from them.
And now, they’re gone. The textured wall calls. Just one thing left to do before I begin – and it is an enjoyable thing. Must finish editing pictures of Mr. Fatty Fat Cheeks. I love him so much. Soon he’ll have report cards to sign and clothes he wants to wear for school, and recorders he’ll play loudly while people are trying to talk and field trips to go on in his “College-bound” t-shirt, but for now he just does stuff like this:
Oh yeah, and his brother’s kind of cute too: