quit it

My Feet Are So Cold

I stayed up really late again last night and I need to stop doing that.
What are some other bad habits I could stand to lose?
Procrastination
the occasional nail bite-ing
not drinking enough water
not putting the clothes away after they are folded
ugh

So this morning at 6:30 my delightful son was up brightly shimmering. He was singing and playing and watching Rick Blayless make tortillas. C. says "torta-tillas" and that of course was what we had to have for breakfast. Quesadillas were the star of the show. I screwed ours up with some taco sauce. I thought Rick was slathering a little taco sauce on the quesadillas, but I bet his wasn't Ortega Brand.

I could be sleeping right now.
But I'm going to paint.
So there.
My other delightful son was on the warpath this morning, I will blog about that in the OTHER blog.
My chest is tight and my brain aches and my feet are frozen inside two layers of socks and the heat is on because I am so freakin cold.

J. said we could move my big canvas to the studio today in his truck.

I am listening to the Pandora Radio Depak Chopra channel. I am trying to unwind from this morning.
All is well.
My body will survive.
I will relax.
Damnit.
Because I said so.
Send that poor child love so he doesn't grow up as FINE as I did.