Art Class

I just started an art class. It is just a basics/beginning art class to help me figure out how to put the ideas in my head into tangible form. Good luck with that, Teacher.

I am super excited about this class for a few reasons, but the biggest reason of all is that it is something for me. MINE, ALL MINE! MUWHAHAHA! Seriously, I spend all day (and many nights) everyday taking care of my (wonderful, loving, awesome) family. And, just because they are wonderful, loving, and awesome that doesn't mean they don't eat 5-6 times a day - on dishes (the gall!), get their clothes dirty (sometimes having 3+ outfit changes in a single afternoon), track mud, shed hair (not unlike a persian cat), get stuff out and leave it out (right in the middle of the kitchen floor), need entertainment (i.e. "MOMMMYYYYY!"), get booboos every 5 minutes that need scientific investigation, extensive dialogue, and kisses in EXACTLY the right spot, etc. etc.

So, yeah, this whole art class thing is MOMMY TIME, baby! I was flying so high off this the first day that I actually cried tears of joy on the way home. Am I pityful or what? Maybe just a little.

So, now you'll get to hear all about the great feats and awe inspiring conquests of me and my art class. Yay for you!