Seriously!?!?!!

I call my mother to show her what I have done ( since she is a painter herself) and she comments that I have a sudden burst of energy.... Well Duh woman !!! I think
She goes on to say that I should find something to channel this new found energy into. ... SERIOUSLY?!?!?!

I watch her. What the hell did she think I was doing? Why was my floor littered with coloured pages? I was idle? I didn't know what to do with my time?
I know exactly what she means.......... go back to school, get out of that dead end teaching job.

I shut the fuck down immediately. We have very, very few things in common and art is one of them. You mean to tell me the ONE thing we could have actually gone through together , she had to ripe it apart like that?  She made a face when I said that I got LOTS more to do.

It's damned if you do, damned if you dont in this house. 

wow way to kill a run !!
:-(