Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Art Shows and Such


As you may have read, my kids went back to school today. It's time to get crankin' on some new awesome jewelry art! I'm pretty excited because I've been ordering lots of new supplies and now I have the time to put them to work.

My schedule has changed a bit. So here's an update:

stART in the Street
Park Avenue, between Highland and Pleasant
Worcester, MA
Sunday, September 21

Art to Wear Jewelry Show
hosted by my sister, Denise Blais
Saturday, September 27
(private party)

Arts and Music Festival
Mud Spun Arts Center
Belchertown, MA
Sunday, October 12

Winter Festival
Marketplace at Eastworks
Easthampton, MA
Saturday & Sunday, December 13 & 14

Why am I "the only" mom not happy when school starts?


Okay, so my sister tells me yesterday that I am "the ONLY person" she's heard say "I hate that my kids are going back to school."

My first thought is there must be something wrong with me. Why would I want my kids to be home longer?

I mean, I get it, when they go back to school they're out of my hair, I have more time to get stuff done and there's less whining and complaining for me to deal with.

But I still feel really lucky to have them here with me all day long. I'm fortunate to be a work-at-home mom and a (struggling) artist supported in every way by her husband.

So, after sleeping on it last night, I realized this morning, as I was giving hugs and making lunches, that most moms in my position are probably feeling the same way.

Even though my kids get on my nerves plenty (not to mention each others') - that is out-weighed by the fact that they're fun and they make me laugh until I pee.

And although I am "the worst mom ever" at least twice a day (according to one little girl) I get at least ten times that in hugs every day.

Other moms "like me" - a stay-at-home mom, a work-at-home mom or perhaps a school teacher mom - get to be a kid with their kids once June rolls around.

From September to June, I have to be productive - in my windowless studio, in the kitchen - in the house in general.

From June to September, I get to come out of my dungeon, play outside, swim with my kids and spend a lot of time talking with them - nothing as serious as organizing their schoolwork to help improve their grades.

We're all just more relaxed in the summer - mentally and physically. We wake up when we want to - not at 6:00 a.m. to catch the bus at 6:40.

I drive to Dunkin Donuts for ice coffee - not brew a hot cup and hunker down inside planning my day of indoor work.

In the late afternoon, we don't have to rush to dance and drums and other after school commitments - we start up a fire in the pit and make s'mores.

I mean, the end of summer is what we're talking about. It's the end of little girl picking me flowers, it's the end of bike rides and walks to the tire swing. It's the end of beach-going and the end of getting lost because we have no time restraints and we don't have to answer to anyone!

So, I guess there's really nothing wrong with wishing school could start later - which by the way, August 27? Really? Are you kidding me?

P.S. Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for sympathy here. I know I have it good. I just don't get the same kind of fulfillment in let's say, housework, that I get from spending time with my kids.