I, in the words of my friend Lisa, am a sooper jeanyus! I have found the perfect outlet for frustration.
So here I am, on my oldest son's thirteenth birthday, having an extremely bad day, trying not to ruin his. No details -- it's just been miserable. Fortunately for me, I have one wall in my pretty house that is ugly and in bad need of plaster or bead board or something. It is now officially - until it's covered - the Bad Day Wall.
I can't tell you how much better I feel! What on earth is this Bad Day Wall, you ask. I just painted a very large flower in the bottom right corner of the wall with my acrylics. It's not done (I'm waiting for the first colors to dry), and it's probably hideously ugly, but it's no longer just an ugly wall. Now it's intentionally ugly! And I feel better. Not only do I feel better, now I have an established place to vent on bad days.
The moral of this story? When I'm having a bad day it's always better for me to find some artistic outlet, something productive, than to crawl into bed and hide from the world. Is that a moral? Works for me.
Until I write again ...
Flea
4 comments:
Tell him Happy Belated Birthday! I can't believe he is a teenager!!! It doesn't seem like it has been that long since he was in my preK class. I'll have to tell Timothy. He will be impressed. He thinks being a "teenager" is the coolest thing. WOW!!! Okay, I am moving on LOL. I hope today is going better for you. Your flower is far from hideously ugly.
I know. When do they grow up? It's very sneaky. He has a mustache now and wears a size 10.5 men's shoe. His hands are enormous and he's 5'7" half.
It really doesn't seem long ago that he was going to your class full of scratches from Brian. But then, weren't you pregnant with Ashleigh then? :)
SHHHHHHH!!! She's not that old, she can't be lol
Timothy asked me today where exactly you lived and if I had your address so we could visit. If it were so easy.
I wish! I'm so glad we're not in Florida, but I do miss everyone. Can Nathaniel call Timothy sometime?
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