Cheese Puff

Here I am toady. It is not even 2 pm and I am already worn out. I took Tyler to his Gym class this morning and wore us both out. Then as only I could do, I decided that I was going to be good little Suzie homemaker and go to the grocery store as was planned for Friday, but never made it because of the car, well I would call it a catastrophe! Tyler is exhausted so he gets more hyper and I'm exhausted so I get irritated, and for the cherry I had no wallet = no money. So I have to call Thomas to come and pay. Between the phone call and when Thomas arrived Tyler and I had our own private show down in the middle of the grocery store because what 2 year old can wait for anything let alone being tired and hungry too. Fabu idea, I think not. But we survived, and we came home, ate (or more like refused to eat... "I want cheese puffs") , and now Tyler is sound asleep. He was not happy when he went to sleep, I know because I would not give into cheese puff demands and so instead of eating he asked to "nap time", wow!!! So now I will go work in my studio and see if my brain has anything left.
Thank you Thomas for rescuing me at the grocery store!!

My poor art nothing is suffering more. It is a wonder I keep at it, but I do. I have said to myself that I am going to submit to this illustration Friday blog, but I have yet to be inspired by a topic. And I am having a really hard time shaking off the high art world goo of judgement. I hearing in my head the criticism of my college days. I just want to paint flowers and birds, not as kitch... as a meditation of nature. How's that high art !!!booyah!!!