I'd Love to be a Fairy's Child
By Robert Graves
We didn't make it home until 7 pm. We ate and then after baths and all that it was time for bed. No art was made again today. I am trying not to freak out about this although I am a bit close to that already this morning. And I can admit that here, right? I feel like I am going to expload if I don't paint something, complete something. Today is the same crazy running. I try to do so much with Olivia maybe because of the whole being an only child here at home (hannah is with her mom in virginia beach) and I want her to have that socialization. Plus she has so many dear friends. How to leave anyone out? I try to combine as much as I can. Today. Olivia has a playdate with a little girl we haven't seen for a while at 9:30, then lunch here at home I think, then homeschool skate at 1, then a friend over--we are taking her to Scouts with us, then Girl Scouts. Drop the little girl off. Home at 8:30. I am trying to figure out a plan. I think I will load up on caffeine this evening and pull a late-nighter. I have so many ideas in my head for pieces I want to do. Are you ever afraid if you don't hurry up and make the ideas concrete that they will lose their energy or you will forget?