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Forest Kindergartens

I felt very motivated today to make changes but when I get home from work and put the kids to bed, I don't WANT to exercise. I'm TIRED. and HUNGRY. Eat after 8, put on the weight? I want to eat rocky road ice-cream and Tyson chicken strips. Instead I am eating slightly stale honey nut cheerios.

This weekend, we unwittingly began to unravel the sweater that is our bathroom. I coerced Chris, slightly against his will, to bring home the tub surround we'd picked out. I didn't mean he had to start right away, but he did. After an excruciating day and a half of trial and error, it was concluded that the surround would never fit over the current yellow tub. (Honestly, I'd always hoped to get rid of it anyway.) But in the process, we learned that our pipes were all corroded, the drywall was mush, and the house isn't insulated. That explained a lot. (this house is SO cold.) So tomorrow, the ugly tub gets sledgehammered out. I also learned that obsessively peeling off cheap tile and smashing soft drywall is way more fun than trying to fit a round tub surround into a square hole.

The cheerios are gone.

Bumblebee feels in a state of chaos. Our routine has not been recovered since the move. The TV keeps coming on. I feel too much in a flat spin to fully take charge. This vague sense of panic is probably my disjointed way of worrying that the budget is supposed to come out tomorrow and we may lose our jobs.

I need a cleaning schedule.

An expense paid working week in Japan for June was presented to me today. I'm afraid to embrace it because I don't want to be disappointed. But... I think I'll dig out my nihongo books. I wrote an artist bio for the project. It's hard to write about yourself as an artist when you've been too busy to make anything lately. Perhaps part of this panic is that disconnect I feel from not making art.

I need a studio schedule.

My sister is becoming an international business woman and I know what I'm doing as a homeschooling mother is important, but it's hard not to question it a little when I see what could be. I start to panic when I worry I'm not living up to my potential.

The latest thing I'm looking into is Waldorf style homeschooling.

There is nothing I dread more than dishes

I'd rather go swim with the fishes

Sneak ice-cream instead

Then crawl into bed

Right! Me wash the m0-fucking dishes.

There once was a woman so lazy

Company tomorrow don't faze me

I sit here online

Poring over design

Driving my poor husband crazy

There once was a man with a daughter

Who ate rocky road like her father

Can I get you a bowl?

So you won't eat the whole...

Just eat from the carton, why bother?

velvet on grey silk

these are for the living room

(anthropologie)

long turquoise wall

from front room to dining nook

a robin's egg blue

perhaps a sofa

I'll remember Aunt Therese

long and yellow silk

escape escape escape