I thought about writing this last night, but I was just too tired by the time I actually got around to having time to write a post.
Last night I was at work until 7:00 pm. That in and of itself was bad. I was given a big project that I promised would be done yesterday, so I couldn’t very well leave with it only being half done. I got home a little after seven, only to drop my things and run out the door again to Landen’s apartment to give her some stuff I’ve been promising to bring over for several days now. What a bad sister I am.
When I finally got home around 8:00 pm, I was starving and in great need of some dinner. But Philip had eaten a big lunch at work and wasn’t hungry, so I was left fending for myself (now I know how he feels when I don’t feel like cooking dinner..). Then all the sudden it was 10:00 and Philip was going to bed and I had not done one bit of painting. Yes, I realize my show is going up in less than three weeks.
So Philip went to bed and I was left promising him I would stay up and get some painting done. The next time I looked at the clock it was 12:30 am and suddenly I had this really bizarre realization. This is what my life will be like in 5 years. The house will be quiet, with all the kiddies in bed, Philip sleeping after a LONG day of work, and I will stay up and paint because that is the ONLY time I will have to paint. And I will do this every night of my life if I have to because I LOVE to paint. Who cares if my alarm starts blaring at 6:45 am the next morning, (or in 5 years a child screaming to wake me up cause I’m stuck in this crib with no toys and no attention and wahhh!!) and I have to drag myself out of bed and possibly do this several times during the day:
If that’s what life is like in 5 years, I will be a very happy girl because I’ll be sacrificing sleep for something I love so much. Unfortunately, last night after I finished painting, I sacrificed additional sleep by doing the dishes until one in the morning. And I do not love that so much.
A day in the life…