friday's "gratitude"...(please insert dripping sarcasm)

today
i am grateful
for
my sense of humor

which is about the
only way
i get through the day.

let me elaborate...
here is a snapshot of my afternoon:
i am looking after four children under the
age of three...
one of them
(herein referred to as "three")
is a little pale and weary looking
but no fever and no complaints
and his mom is going through a rough time
so i debate whether or not to phone her...

"three" (who is the sickly one) proceeds
to vomit
all over the couch, himself and his teddy bear.
i lift him to the floor,
he vomits on floor and blanket.
i think he is done and start to remove his
hoodie which gets caught on his head
and he starts to vomit again,
into his sweater which is around his head.

i get the sweater off him and he stops
vomiting.
i wait.
he seems ok.
i pick him up to move him to the kitchen
to a garbage can or something suitable
in case he is not done vomiting...
guess what?

he wasn't done.
he continued to vomit en route
from living room to kitchen
and as an added bonus,
covers me as well...

i stand him in front of garbage pan,
pale, weak, and sad looking,
but no longer vomiting.
what i want to do is pick him up
and cuddle him
but not only am i covered in vomit
but "one" and "two" are slip-sliding
in vomit on the floor in the living room
while the dog attempts to
help me clean it the only way
he knows how.

while i appreciate his attempts,
the licking, slurping sounds
make me want to hurl.

oh...and not to be left out
of the mix, "sweetness",
the ten month old,
decides she is hungry...
she is hungry NOW dammit
and you better get your ass in gear
and heat me up a bottle, woman.

and this
is why i am grateful for my sense of humor.
because somewhere in the back
of my twisted and tortured mind,
i was plotting out what an
awesome (if not a little disgusting)
story this was going to make.

i hope you appreciate what i
go through for you people.
teehee.

you asked for it...

blue dog asked what our journals look like...
what do we write in?

and that inspired me.

these are journals kept from 1990 until about 2002...
they start with being engaged to high-school-first-ever-boyfriend
(on my nineteenth birthday, no less)
and continue through all the angst and
drunken downward spirals that soon followed suit.

this is written
on the inside cover of every one of them.

this is my current journal...

i wondered what to call these?
they are ideas, snippets, moments,
quotes, inspirations...
they are my "strive-to-be-a-better"
you fill in the blank
kind of books...

these are books of lists...
lists of what i want to read,
what i want to know more about,
movies i want to see,
music i want to try,
books that MUST be bought,
that sort of thing...

i started the spiderman one while
pregnant and living at my parent's house
instead of being in university
(which is where i was when i got pregnant...)
living at my parents house while
the father-to-be-and-eventual-husband
was in jail...
but thats a whole different story.

this is the book that i draw, doodle
and daydream in...cut and paste...
color and scribble...lost in myself.

these are the journals i keep of my children...
their funny stories, the heartbreaking stories,
the milestones, the worries...
as a sidenote, the picture on supergrover's knee
is of my mom and me as a baby...
(and i also just noticed that i caught the
"renovations-that-still-need-to-be-done"
which is the window trim,
with the drywall showing...
teehee..

its funny how as i took these pictures
and wrote this out
i realized how writing
encompasses
my life...
it is how i have always dealt.
it is how i still deal.
words.
in ink.

monday morning...



first of all..i wanted to say thank you to everyone
and anyone who sent me such warm and kind and helpful
comments on my last post....you gave me much support
and much to ponder and think about and consider...
it meant alot to me.

i used the morning pages over that week to ask myself
some serious questions and to see what would "come out"
and to my surprise...i made a realization that i hadn't really
thought of before...
i had always connected my childhood to my bitter indifference
towards religion and faith but what i suddenly realized is that
the connection did not involve "God" in any way. I was
bitter about circumstances and judgements and adult
behaviors and unfair expectations...God really had nothing
to do with any of that...

i felt lighter after writing that.

on another unrelated note, my husband finished the upper
shelving for our new computer desks...i LOVE them...
and found some cute little storage bins on sale for next
to nothing, so i grabbed them for my shelf...

sorry the pictures are so dark...bad lighting the last couple of
days...and it doesn't help that my same husband who made
such beautiful shelves also felt the need to hang a skirt
of mine up in the window as a curtain so he could play
soldier of fortune without sunlight shining on his screen.
heh.

we're styling.

shooting straight from the hip...

I considered taking my time and writing this out beforehand
so that I could be sure that I would get my intended feelings
and emotions across. Then I changed my mind and decided
to write it as it comes to me...to let it come uninhibited and
unchecked. To let it be as real as it can.

I was late doing my chapter in artist's way. I had totally
forgotten about it on the weekend as I had a visit from
the unexpected cleaning frenzy mood. This week has
pretty much sucked. I am worried about money.
We are waiting for my husband's employment insurance
to start up. A parent of a child I look after had bad
news concerning her employment, which, in turn
affects my employment. The oil company sent us
a letter stating that they will not deliver more oil
until we pay what we currently owe, which, obviously,
at this point, we cannot. My job leaves me feeling
lacking, to say the very least.

Tonight I sat down to read Artists Way and it is
all about money and God. Two frustrating and
elusive subjects for me.

I truly want to beleive in "do what you want
and the money will follow"...but what if you don't
know what it is you want to do? I know what
I don't want to be doing. Is it my path in life
though to keep working through this monotonous
sometimes painful process of elimination? Do
I have to keep trying things in order to realize
thats not for me? How long could this take?
How long can I go on like this? I talked about
this with my (past) instructors a couple of weeks
ago and they said maybe this is me...maybe
this is who i am...a dabbler, a changeling, a
try-this-for-awhile-kinda-girl. I don't know.
I guess I could try it for awhile to see how it fits.

My second issue is God. How long can I go without
deciding what I beleive? How long can I get away
with ambivalence and "set" pat answers...I
beleive but I don't beleive in organized religion
kind of answers. AW asks if you grew up with
issues surrounding religion, is it possible you have
a "toxic god"? And how would a nontoxic god
view your creativity? These questions both hit
home for me and reverberated within me.

I don't know what I beleive. I look inside
but all that I see is empty. I remember being
at a wedding at a beautiful church and all I
could think of at the time was of somehow
accosting the priest and asking him how????
how do you get that faith? where does it
come from? what does it feel like? is it tangible?
is it concrete? why don't i?

and when i try to feel it..anything...something...
all i get phoniness and fakiness and cynicism from
within. Is that a version of my inner critic? My
inner cynic?

I just don't know. I've got morals. I've got virtues.
I have beleifs and expectations and standards.
I believe in treating others as you would like to be treated.
Is that going to be enough? Do I need more than that?

On a sidenote, I wonder if it was somehow synchronicity
that caused me to be three days late reading this chapter
so that I could be reading it on the very day that
money seems to be my biggest concern.

Money and God.
Slippery subjects.