Its raining. There are things I want to print. There are things I want to knit.
I am instead being whipped in the face by a monkey blanket and peed all over by S who is trying to remember to use the potty but too busy elbowing me in the ribs to remember. She rolls on me, causing typos, knocking everything over. Demanding a band aid every time she bumps herself. There aren't enough bandaids in the world for this.
There are meatballs are in the oven for lunch- S's idea-" I want a meatball in my HAND", she said. They're taking some time to cook- she asked indignantly "What those meatballs DOIN in there?"
I sit- frustrated, hating myself for complaining, but wanting a studio day.
S pulls her chair up to a giant water bottle- her car. Tells me "goodbye, I'm going to my tude-tude" (studio)
good luck with that, I say. Lets go have some meatballs.
Maybe we'll go up to my tude tude after lunch.