So, my sister just posted about my dad telling her that, "It's time to put the sign on the door." He told me the same thing. He's talking about the sign on the closed studio door that says unless you are on fire, don't open this door. Our Tree of Life Show is in a couple weeks and we are trying to bust out some paintings.The thought of closing my door and making myself delightfully oblivious to my 3 small children makes me smile. School is out, so in addition to the running bathroom sink waiting for discovery, soggy toilet paper and doll on the wet bathroom floor, little piles of chips on the couch and vicks vapor rub on every surface of their room, I get to hear, "she smacked my head... well she kicked me in the face... she took my polly pocket... she told me I'm out of her favorites..." All this before noon. As appealing as it might be to put a dead bolt on my door and play music really loud, I just don't think I could away with it.
These innocent little angels? Looks can be deceiving,
suspect #1 on the far right.
Tomorrow we are off to a print signing in Boise. A much needed respite before the final crunch.