I’m a tarot reader, my son has asperger’s, my partner and I are artists... I curse sometimes, I’m joyful often, but dreaming always. Balancing parenting a child who once licked the walls of every building that we entered with a crazy psychic intuition, which I’m often trying to ignore, and a career running a high energy office, is on its best days, a freaking dream… I mean a nightmare… no, a dream. Yeah. That.

Excuse #36

by verystrangebird on Mar 26, 2012 • 6:49 pm 3 Comments

Remember two days ago when I lost my shit and said that I couldn’t figure out how to balance all of the needs of my family and my career? Well, guess who’s so awesome at balance now?!? Um, still not me. Instead of enrolling my son in school (like I was supposed to do today and last week and the week before) I took on an impossible deadline at work that is now requiring me to work extra hours every day for the next two weeks. I’ll be opening up a store (that I designed!) at a fancy shmancy Portland shopping center and have to pull together EVERYTHING by Easter Sunday. I’m about ready to lose my mind. So, unfortunately, instead of doing a free tarot reading tonight, I’m going to be designing stuff that needs to go the printers 3 weeks ago. I need a wine holder on my laptop so that I can at least manage the fine balance of drinking while working. I’m sure that I’ll suck at that, too.