PMS? what? do we really need an excuse to be bitchy? No, I’m not PMSing…(I don’t think) and this is how I am. I embrace it today.
I have spent all day clearing this damn playroom so I can move my studio home. My lease expires this weekend. I spent 4 straight hours clearing toys, and it still looks the same. How did these overindulged children acquire so much shit? yeah. exactly…It all points to me. I’m sick about all the crap, I’m sick about having to sort it and give it away and I’m sick about the fact that I sat there today and I had nobody to play with. FUCK. Jenga by yourself is so NOT fun.
That’s another thing, I’m going to try to not say fuck anymore… hopefully I can find a word with as much “umph” but slightly less aggressive… I doubt it, but I’ll try.
I don’t see an end to this and today it finally hit me, after a few glasses of wine…(I love how mommy-juice promotes my thinking) I’m frustrated, and angry because I have not painted in about 3 weeks. I want to hold a paintbrush and loose myself. I tried a broken etch-a-sketch today and it didn’t ease my urge. I have all these ideas for a new series brewing in my head. I want to paint. I want my space.
FUCK.
(I gave it 2 minutes…no word compares)
4 Responses to "Step back. I bite."
There is no substitute. Embrace the F-bomb.
awwwww. Hopefully it will come together soon and easier than it’s been.
On another note- I need to also focus on not saying “FUCK”. My children make me pay the “Fuck” jar $1 every time I say it!
I’d need an industrial size jar and a second job. I told my son I was going to try and not say it, he said “good luck! That’s an unrealistic goal ” smart ass!
I have a friend who says “FORK!” instead.