I've been writing as if anyone other than I will read this blog, always worrying about how I'll come across. Not today. I'm so incredibly grumpy and I want to snarl for a minute.
I fussed and fussed on here for a minute, then read what I wrote and hit "Delete." I can't just complain when I'm a big contributor to the issues making me so grumpy. If I'm tired of babysitting everyone through life, I have to stop doing the babysitting. I'm going to let my husband forget his assistant's birthday on Monday because I've reminded him more often than necessary and it's his issue, not mine. He's an adult. I've given my son the same lectures about how important school and good (even just decent!) grades are as he's about to enter high school, and he just doesn't care enough to make an effort (other than getting the requisite passing grades). I can't care on his behalf and have that make any difference. I can keep complaining about not getting into the studio, or I can get myself better organized and schedule studio time just as I had meetings on my calendar when I worked in an office.
Time to quit fussing. I feel a little better.
