Anyway, somehow the gist of the day was that I never got a free hour to go and rummage in the basement for my paints, or a free hour to run out to the store for some canvas and gel pens. And lord knows, it's not urgent -- the art show is at WisCon, so end of May. I have plenty of time before I need to have some pieces ready. But it's just insanely frustrating, having these ideas jammed in your head, and then a day so tight and the children so needy that you can't get away for an hour to set a few of them free. Do you get that, when you have a creative impulse and no way to release it? Does it make you crazy? (Also, my back and neck hurt from all the carrying.)
Kevin did eventually start feeling better, so by evening, I was able to cook and eat dinner, have half a hard cider, and lie in bed and read a book for an hour. But I was just too exhausted by then to do anything else. I had to fight to stay awake 'til 8, and maybe I should have just gone to bed at 7, but that somehow feels too ridiculous.
We just have to make it through to the end of the semester. No teaching this summer, and by then, Anand really ought to be sleeping close to through the night, if we're lucky. Grades are due May 7th. We can hang on 'til then. Sorry for all the whining, but in an infinitesimal way, it does make me feel better to make you share in my misery. :-/