Artist's Interpretations

GAH!!!

Some days are like flowing rivers, that move quietly over age-old smooth stones.. And some days just suck.
These days, #2 (I call her that now because she defies her festive name) is like fingernails on a chalk board; or a wound that itches and seeps; or that nasty crow that keeps dropping bones in my birdbath (but that's another story). In other words, she's being irritating. I can only hope that this is a phase because we do know that she can be caring, thoughtful and pleasant - as I keep re-reading my previous blogs to remind myself (sometimes twice a day)...

Tonight's quote:
"Mah-ahm (mom), can I play with my blocks?"
"No, honey, it's bedtime"
"But mom, I'm not tired, I'm still playish"...

I must confess..

This week our preschool has asked for a review of their performance, after a long-and-what-feels-like-forever 9 months of classes. They must really care about the abilities of their choice in instructors if they wait a whole school year to ask for feedback, huh. Yup. That's what I thought too.. So, I did what any other mother of a youngster would do - I reviewed them with a cold heart and CSI precision. It was ugly. I feel slightly dirty for being honest and straight-to-the-point. But, rest assured, I'm feeling better through the assistance of chocolate & wine.