Post-poning

 I used to post a lot.  I really liked it, too.  I liked having my life recorded, because being as forgetful as I am, I seriously can't remember yesterday.  

I think it was Tuesday.  

Seriously, was it?

So it turns out that I can't keep up.  

Hence, I can no longer wait until there is time to write.  

In fact, now is the perfect time not to write 

because it is 1AM and I am so tired there is a buzzing sound in my head.

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I am trying to get into an art show.  If I make the cut, I will have to paint 25, 8"x8" paintings before the end of May.  The application painting is due in a little more than two weeks.  

I got an early start because I wanted to have plenty of time.

Jonah had the same idea.

He found the painting, pulled the plastic wrap off the palette and personalized my art work with his own distinctive style.  I will have to start over.

It's not the first time one of my toddlers has ruined one of my paintings, though hopefully it will be the last.  And it isn't the first painting that bit the dust this week, either.  A commission painting that I have been putting off for an embarrasingly long time sat for too long with the latex masking medium on it, and the latex turned to something that resembles chewing gum in a parking lot on a hot day.  I will have to start that one over, too.

*Sigh.*

Adam is not entirely happy with homeschool.  He misses his old friends.  I am having to rethink how I approach all of this for him.  Um, you know, sort of start over.

*Sigh. Whimper.*

Ethan has crossed over into that land where: all adults are an embarrassment, all assignments are pointless, all rules are to be broken and all that I say is to be argued with or ignored.  I'm not sure where to even start with him.

*Sigh.  Whimper.  Sniff.*

I guess I haven't written much, partly because there hasn't been much that is nice to write about.  And you know what Thumper's mom used to say; "If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say anything at all."

Fine for her.  Her kid was done with adolescence in like, six weeks.  I will have SOMEONE being a teenager in this house for the next - count them - 16 and one half years.

*Waaa-haaa-haaaaaaaa!*