WIP & Teaser
This is the first time I’ve used one of those polaroid maker thingees, and wow, it was really easy. Totally not the same as taking an actual Polaroid, but still pretty cool.
This stool belonged to my grandparents. It is kind of wobbly and probably made of scraps, held together by glue and some 50-year-old nails. A month or so ago I got a wild hair to fix it up, along with my dining room chairs. The chairs have yet to be touched and it has taken me this long just to get this far with the stool. I’m not so much with the motivation these days. I failed to sand it before I started slapping paint on it and the white paint I used doesn’t seem to want to stick. I used painter’s tape to make the stripes on the rungs and most of the three coats of white paint I had applied came off when I removed the tape. Now I just don’t know what to do with it. I don’t feel like it’s finished, I might paint the legs a different color, I’m kind of at a stand still. The yellow on the steps is my dining room wall color. The blue on the rungs is my kitchen wall color. I’m trying to tie those colors in with the fabric I purchased to recover the dining room chairs. I feel like it all needs something to bring it all together, I’m just not sure what that is.
Have you ever tried to paint an object that requires a lot of moving and flipping around when you have this big watermelon belly attached to your front side? Slightly difficult. Also, I am 1 cm dilated and I think we have decided on a name for this poor child so I can’t call her No Name anymore. But we’re not telling. The deciding factor MAY have been if the domain name was available. She has no idea what kind of family she’s being brought into. Stay tuned.
Motherhood Stretches You (in More Ways Than One)
We had a pretty normal day yesterday. Bubby got us donuts for breakfast. I held down the couch for a while. We went to Barnes & Noble (I bought a baby book). We took naps. We went to visit his mom and I called my mom. Bubby and I went out to dinner while Arwyn played with her cousins. Bubby gave me a very sweet card and gift cards to Sonic (does he know me or what?) & Lowe’s (for flowers).
Arwyn made all of these goodies for me at school (which let Bubby off the hook!). She wanted to give it to me the day she brought it home, but I convinced her to wait until it was actually Mother’s Day. She drew many pictures throughout the day and would bring them to me, telling me “Happy Mother’s Day!” each time. This morning she asked if it was still Mother’s Day and when it was going to be Kid’s Day. Um, isn’t every day Kid’s Day?
I wanted to write about how proud I am to be her mom, how anxious I am to mother this baby we are waiting for and how I couldn’t do it at all without Bubby by my side. But so many people out there have said it so much better than I could.
Instead, I will just say that I am so very grateful. To have Arwyn and her yet-to-be-born sister as my children, to have a wonderful mother-in-law whom I adore, and to have a better relationship with my own mom than I could have thought possible a few years ago. To have my sister, who has supported me more than she could possibly know in the four years since I became a mama. To the women who came before us, paving the way, and to the ones who are yet to come, following in our footsteps. A very Happy Mother’s Day to us all.
Work Schmwork
So, Arwyn doesn’t believe me when I tell her that I work from home and these little sketches all over the place are part of my job. She thinks I’m just drawing. They don’t look all that different from things I draw for her, so I can see where she’s coming from. However, I DO have a deadline on Friday and I AM trying to come up with an illustration. When you are a grown up, doodling is referred to as “brainstorming”.
When Daddy goes to work he leaves the house and doesn’t come home for hours and hours. I just sit in front of our computer and color with markers. If I knew how to illustrate on the computer, maybe it would look more like work. I just wait until Bubby comes home and then ambush him with two hundred questions while he shoots down all of my COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY FABULOUS ideas. Then I mutter things under my breath like, “I’m glad we don’t work together anymore” which I totally don’t mean and “You’re an ass” which I might mean, just a little bit, but only because my self-worth and identity are all wrapped up in these little drawings, but that’s not his fault, and boy howdy am I rambling. Working from home is a lot more complicated than it appears.
Hometown Tradition
Enjoying a hot dog, french fries and lemonade for supper with Grandma and Aunt Banana. Asking if we can go ride the big slide now? How about now? Now? Can we get one of those really super duper annoying horns all the other kids have? Please, please, please? Why not? What about a blue balloon? How many rides can I ride with this many tickets? Does that girl that I don’t know from Adam want to ride it with me?
I saw a lot of people I hadn’t seen in many years, got caught up on all the local dirt and felt really old.
Ten rides, one blue sno-cone and a funnel cake later and we were all worn out. I think we were both asleep soon after our heads hit the pillows.
