I find myself more exhausted being the mother of just one teen right now than I do find time for artwork. My son got on a plane this morning for Seattle with his middle school band & orchestra. I was fine for a while. Worry set in when I knew they landed an hour and half ago, but still no "We're here" message. I finally got that misspelled text message letting me know they were OK, and I was able to relax. Getting some housework done and knowing it would remain intact for three days is a glorious feeling. I don't know what made me look up in his bathroom when I went in to clean, but I did. And then I started laughing. What in heaven's name would cause a fourteen year old to even think of getting a single square of white toilet paper and sticking it to the ceiling over the tub? Just one. I don't even know how he reached. What a dork! It was good for a laugh, though.
I'll have a couple of days to work on some art. Yeah! Perhaps I'll have accomplished something by the time he gets home on Sunday. If nothing else, I will have been amused while scrubbing toilets.
