I really, really, really need more hours in my day. I work 8 hours at my day job, then ferry kids around, then the grocery store, then dinner, then it’s 9 p.m. and I realize I haven’t done laundry in three days, then I vacuum up cat hair, then I put the kids to bed, then my husband goes to bed, then I make piles of all the kids’ crap they’ve left in the living room, then I put the kids to bed again, then I check emails, then I sit down to paint.
When it’s quiet.
And yet, even with all this madness and mayhem I can still get two small paintings done in an evening, or one before work. Just think what I could do if this were my only gig.