My husband comes upstairs from playing with the kids, "Did you see my ugly painting?" I ask. This is not a setup, though it sounds like one. I've been pretty amused by how ugly it is, it has been something we have been joking about. My husband pauses, surveys the land, “It’s not ugly, it’s just in-progress.” He’s a supportive and smart man. I do really swear this wasn’t a set up but I’m pretty sure he didn’t take the bait just in case...Read More
At this point, I think the painting is done, but I'm not sure, I’ll give it another day, time to dry, maybe touch up just one or two of those lines, probably ruin a different line, I’ll have to let it dry again and touch that up, which leads to...oh dear...this could go on indefinitely. I could be working on this painting for the rest of my natural born life, then I’ll die, come back and haunt the painting, at first it will scare the new owners but soon they'll be saying, “Just leave it alone already!”...Read More
When my eldest son was born I quit my job to stay home and take care of him. Actually, I quit my two jobs. In the year before I got pregnant I had two jobs and I was in graduate school. I liked to keep busy. I liked to use my brain and plan projects and talk to people and multi-task and go to the bathroom by myself and generally be respected.
Babies have no respect for you. They love you, need you, adore you, think they are extensions of you, but they have no respect for you. They don’t care about your “me time.” You can’t...Read More