Oh internets. I am tired today - trying to keep from knocking myself out when my head slams into my desk and/or keyboard tired.
I was at the studio for 11 hours on Saturday which is not unusual. And then I had my schedule kind of set in my head for Sunday because I had a very, very long list of things to do. You see, I am going out of town next weekend. Before I tell you where I'm going I need to say this: It is going to be quite difficult, but do not be jealous of me.
Sadly, I'm not going to Brazil to visit Hot Brazilian. Don't even get me started on that.
No, no, I am leaving this Friday to drive in a caravan of family driven cars to a family reunion in Morton, Mississippi to stay in a cabin that was perhaps built in the early 1900's and has most likely not been remodeled ever. And I believe the mattresses have not been changed since the day the cabins opened. But that's actually okay, because I will be sleeping on an air mattress laid on top of the disgustingly dirty carpet that has probably never been cleaned. The first year I went, I had to listen to bats in the chimney all night each night. The second year I went, my aunt got freaked out because she thought the Lord God Almighty was revealing Himself to her while she sat on the toilet. I know that it is probably tempting for some of you to want to stalk me and drive to the Morton/Puckett Mississippi exit off of I-20 and drive deep into the woods to a rustic cabin to find me, right? But I will be surrounded for the entire weekend by people. A lot of people. My mom is one of 8 kids. By the time you add up the 8 kids, their spouses, all of their kids, the kids' spouses, the kids' kids, and some girlfriends and boyfriends and in-laws that are joining us this year, I will be surrounded by approximately 900 people from Friday until Monday. Or perhaps closer to 46. And in addition to being surrounded by a whole bunch of people, I will be constantly covered in a whole bunch of "it's hot as hell in the woods of Mississippi in mid-June" sweat, tons of bugs, the odor of a mixture of approximately 5 different brands of bug spray (which don't keep the Mississippi bugs away if you want to know the truth), and the lovely stench of charcoal burning grills and hot oil (because we don't eat anything all weekend unless it's grilled or fried in an outdoor deep fryer). Oh, and some eau du lake. Sounds enticing, doesn't it? Makes you want to hunt me down and hug on me for a while.
My mom decided she wanted me to do some art pieces for her and her three sisters (her family came in a nice symmetrical package of 4 boys and 4 girls) to give them at the reunion. I worked on those pieces last weekend and it took me a total of 17 hours. These are not the paintings I normally post pictures of on here. If they were like the ones I normally post on here, it would have only taken me a couple of hours to paint four of them. She wanted a different style that I also do. A style that takes a whole bunch of time because it involves a whole bunch of layers.
Then last week when she took a sneak peak at them, she asked if I might have time to do four smaller ones for her four sisters-in-law. I was planning to work on them for a good portion of the day yesterday, go to the grocery store, get a mani/pedi, do all of my laundry (which was quite a lot if I'm being honest), clean my house, clean out my car since I'm driving a few people to Mississippi, and possibly run buy a couple of pairs of shorts if I could find the time to squeeze it in because my ass has increased in size yet again and I don't have any shorts to wear next weekend that will not split right in half the second I sit down.
But then my mom called me at 9:00 a.m. yesterday, told me she was all upset about some family drama and could I please meet her for lunch so she could talk to me about it because she needed someone to vent to. Of course I told her I would. So I put in my first load of laundry, started the intial layer of my artwork pieces, took a shower, met her and talked for two and a half hours, got my mani/pedi, ran to the art supply store since I realized I had run out of something I needed for the art pieces, got back home at 4:00 p.m., did some more laundry, cleaned the kitchen (the only part of my house that got cleaned), and then collapsed on the sofa for about 30 minutes to write an email to Hot Brazilian about some things I'm frustrated with him about (the usual: why I haven't been down to see him yet and why we can't seem to talk to each other more often than once every two or three weeks), and realized it was now after 5:00 and I still had much art to do. I painted until 12:30 a.m. and by the time I put all of the wet pieces of art work up high where Bailey could not get her paws in them, cleaned up my art supplies (also so Bailey could not get her paws in them), took a shower to wash the paint off my body (I still found blue paint on my right knee and thigh when I got in the shower this morning) and went to bed it was about 1:30 a.m. Then I was all wired and couldn't go to sleep until almost 2:30 a.m. My alarm then went off at 6:00.
And that is the story of why I can barely keep my eyes open today.
So tonight after leaving work at 6:00 p.m., I need to go to the grocery store, stop to put some air in my tires, try to go buy some shorts, buy Bailey some food so she will not attempt to overtake the world out of hunger and anger at me for running out of cat food, clean out my car, clean my bathroom before my toilet attempts to overtake the world because it grows legs and wants to run away from the disgusting amount of dirt currently in my bathroom, clean out Bailey's litter box, finish my laundry, and finish the four art pieces I started last night. I think tonight I should be done with my list of things to do and be able to go to bed by about 4:00 a.m. I have another list of stuff to get done tomorrow night, Wednesday night I have to teach a class at the studio, and Thursday night I have to pack for the trip and my mom may stay at my house that night.
And that is the story of why I would love to have enough money to hire a personal assistant. Amen.
I was at the studio for 11 hours on Saturday which is not unusual. And then I had my schedule kind of set in my head for Sunday because I had a very, very long list of things to do. You see, I am going out of town next weekend. Before I tell you where I'm going I need to say this: It is going to be quite difficult, but do not be jealous of me.
Sadly, I'm not going to Brazil to visit Hot Brazilian. Don't even get me started on that.
No, no, I am leaving this Friday to drive in a caravan of family driven cars to a family reunion in Morton, Mississippi to stay in a cabin that was perhaps built in the early 1900's and has most likely not been remodeled ever. And I believe the mattresses have not been changed since the day the cabins opened. But that's actually okay, because I will be sleeping on an air mattress laid on top of the disgustingly dirty carpet that has probably never been cleaned. The first year I went, I had to listen to bats in the chimney all night each night. The second year I went, my aunt got freaked out because she thought the Lord God Almighty was revealing Himself to her while she sat on the toilet. I know that it is probably tempting for some of you to want to stalk me and drive to the Morton/Puckett Mississippi exit off of I-20 and drive deep into the woods to a rustic cabin to find me, right? But I will be surrounded for the entire weekend by people. A lot of people. My mom is one of 8 kids. By the time you add up the 8 kids, their spouses, all of their kids, the kids' spouses, the kids' kids, and some girlfriends and boyfriends and in-laws that are joining us this year, I will be surrounded by approximately 900 people from Friday until Monday. Or perhaps closer to 46. And in addition to being surrounded by a whole bunch of people, I will be constantly covered in a whole bunch of "it's hot as hell in the woods of Mississippi in mid-June" sweat, tons of bugs, the odor of a mixture of approximately 5 different brands of bug spray (which don't keep the Mississippi bugs away if you want to know the truth), and the lovely stench of charcoal burning grills and hot oil (because we don't eat anything all weekend unless it's grilled or fried in an outdoor deep fryer). Oh, and some eau du lake. Sounds enticing, doesn't it? Makes you want to hunt me down and hug on me for a while.
My mom decided she wanted me to do some art pieces for her and her three sisters (her family came in a nice symmetrical package of 4 boys and 4 girls) to give them at the reunion. I worked on those pieces last weekend and it took me a total of 17 hours. These are not the paintings I normally post pictures of on here. If they were like the ones I normally post on here, it would have only taken me a couple of hours to paint four of them. She wanted a different style that I also do. A style that takes a whole bunch of time because it involves a whole bunch of layers.
Then last week when she took a sneak peak at them, she asked if I might have time to do four smaller ones for her four sisters-in-law. I was planning to work on them for a good portion of the day yesterday, go to the grocery store, get a mani/pedi, do all of my laundry (which was quite a lot if I'm being honest), clean my house, clean out my car since I'm driving a few people to Mississippi, and possibly run buy a couple of pairs of shorts if I could find the time to squeeze it in because my ass has increased in size yet again and I don't have any shorts to wear next weekend that will not split right in half the second I sit down.
But then my mom called me at 9:00 a.m. yesterday, told me she was all upset about some family drama and could I please meet her for lunch so she could talk to me about it because she needed someone to vent to. Of course I told her I would. So I put in my first load of laundry, started the intial layer of my artwork pieces, took a shower, met her and talked for two and a half hours, got my mani/pedi, ran to the art supply store since I realized I had run out of something I needed for the art pieces, got back home at 4:00 p.m., did some more laundry, cleaned the kitchen (the only part of my house that got cleaned), and then collapsed on the sofa for about 30 minutes to write an email to Hot Brazilian about some things I'm frustrated with him about (the usual: why I haven't been down to see him yet and why we can't seem to talk to each other more often than once every two or three weeks), and realized it was now after 5:00 and I still had much art to do. I painted until 12:30 a.m. and by the time I put all of the wet pieces of art work up high where Bailey could not get her paws in them, cleaned up my art supplies (also so Bailey could not get her paws in them), took a shower to wash the paint off my body (I still found blue paint on my right knee and thigh when I got in the shower this morning) and went to bed it was about 1:30 a.m. Then I was all wired and couldn't go to sleep until almost 2:30 a.m. My alarm then went off at 6:00.
And that is the story of why I can barely keep my eyes open today.
So tonight after leaving work at 6:00 p.m., I need to go to the grocery store, stop to put some air in my tires, try to go buy some shorts, buy Bailey some food so she will not attempt to overtake the world out of hunger and anger at me for running out of cat food, clean out my car, clean my bathroom before my toilet attempts to overtake the world because it grows legs and wants to run away from the disgusting amount of dirt currently in my bathroom, clean out Bailey's litter box, finish my laundry, and finish the four art pieces I started last night. I think tonight I should be done with my list of things to do and be able to go to bed by about 4:00 a.m. I have another list of stuff to get done tomorrow night, Wednesday night I have to teach a class at the studio, and Thursday night I have to pack for the trip and my mom may stay at my house that night.
And that is the story of why I would love to have enough money to hire a personal assistant. Amen.
9 comments:
Whew. I am exhausted reading it!! Hope things get done, and you get some rest!!!
I am also a little tired after reading that. And ... why this cabin? Does it have some family significance? If so, maybe you could convince your family to develop sentimental feelings about a Holiday Inn.
As usual, Flurrious has an excellent and wise suggestion, although I would take it one step further and ask why a family reunion should be an overnight, all-weekend event anyway. Isn't a few hours with your family enough? No? That's just me? Oh well then.
oh.dear.lord.
I believe I am having an anxiety attack just reading this. How do you avoid crawling into a closet or attic and hiding and just not coming out again?
Just the title of your post made me LOL literally.
You are one busy lady. I don't know how you do it. I think you need a real vacation.
I have long held that everyone could use a 1950s-style TV housewife. (Those of us not sexually attracted to women wouldn't have to worry--June and Ward never actually had sex, anyway, right...in those prim little twin beds.) Who wouldn't love to come home every night to a shining clean house, dinner on the table and a freshly made cocktail at the ready?
Once you're at the reunion, can't you wrap yourself in mosquito netting and find a quiet place in the woods to nap for a few hours? ;)
Family reunions are so fun! Last year I saw my cousins who I hadn't seen in about 20 years. We drank rather a lot and I told my cousin Vick I wanted to marry him when I was little. haha
Maria in Oregon
Your family reunion sounds an awful lot like hubby's family reunions. Except they hold them annually. And almost everyone lives within 15 miles of one another, thus not requiring any sort of reunion. I do not enjoy attending them. Last year we scheduled our vaaction during it. Oops. :-)
Sometimes family events are way too stressful. I'm going to one this weekend. I wonder if drinking heavily will help. I hope all is okay with Hot Brazilian. I'm worried now.
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