It never fails, never ever ever. Just when I really get into a piece of art and it’s going just how I want it, my best work ever, life intervenes and my creative juices are delayed usually until evening. It is so frustrating. Before I can continue with my creativity, I have to make sure a multitude of things are done. When everyone has eaten and gone to bed and they are out of my face until dawn, then I can proceed. It’s usually a drawn-out process with chores, making supper, bathing the little girl, not to mention dealing with an unruly and uncooperative teen. The teenage part is the one that’s gonna be the end of me. Man, it’s rough.
After jumping those hurdles, then I finally get my time in. I get jealous that my other half has 8 hours to work without interruption but he does bring home the bacon so I can’t complain too much. I get 4 hours in the morning when the baby is gone. That’s 4 hours to do devote to my vocation. I can honestly tell you, it’s not nearly enough. Maybe even if I did have 8 hours, it still wouldn’t be enough. That’s very likely.
Just by being a mother, I have to decide between the kids or my chosen path. I love being both but they are in direct competition. The kids win so that means I have to work around them. The bottom line is, if it’s gonna happen, I have to make it happen. I have to squeeze in the time. People always comment that I never sleep. I do but wish I didn’t have to. I’m not a superhuman like Margaret Thatcher who supposedly only needs 3 hours a night. I still wonder if this is true. I’m looking into it. Anyways, I fit in sleep when I can. My schedule is jam-packed. I often go a few days without bathing simply because choices have to be made – Bath or blog, shower or artwork, etc. I never thought I would have to schedule a bath into my day. You’ll know when I skip a blog what my choice was that day. I’m ashamed I took my daughter to the eye doctor looking like Pig-Pen with the ever present cloud of dirt around me. I need help.
Speaking of help, I had this conversation the other day that I did not want a dog because I did not want to bother walking it. I have one cat and she is pretty self-sufficient except for feeding herself. I said I would get a dog if I could afford to hire someone to walk the dog or dogs. It would certainly sweeten the pot. I would also hire a nanny for each child just so I could sleep when I wanted. Oh how the other half live. I would feel guilty foisting them off on the nanny 24/7. I would just use them when I really needed them, like when I’m sick. Nobody takes care of a mom when she’s sick but the mom.
Well, I’m gonna wrap this sob story up for now. More stories of substance to come. I promise. Til then, keep on keepin’ on 
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