No time to draw, no time to paint, no time to even think most days. It will always be the biggest joy in my life to be a Mom, and the job is rewarding as well as challenging. However, it astounds me just how much of my mental energy is taken up by catering to the needs of my family. My Son, Dog, Husband, job, they all require peices of me. It's no wonder that throughout history most scientific, literary, and other forms of advances in our history have been achieved by Men, becuase they typically have a woman to slave over a stove, rear their children, wash their dirty socks and they just sit around with extra time on their hands to think up new and exciting things.

Even when I do get time to myself, I can't seem to focus on art because inspiration takes typically more time than I have alotted. PLus, I keep feeling guilty about not getting that pile of laundry done, or not planning a five course meal for my family, or one of the 1 million and 1 other things that I have to do in the run of a day. *Sigh.. to be 15 again and have all the time in the world...