I am WAY too tired to think of something witty, so insert your sarcasm HERE.

Art Fest is OVER.  It went well, from the standpoint of a participant.  I sort of can't breathe, and I just ate a cupcake for dinner at 10:30.  That is the one of the hardest things I have ever done in my ENTIRE life, which is saying something considering that I have birthed five children, raised preemies and moved a family of six into a basement.  


I have a lot to say about tonight; and not in a way that's rehashing details, because there is SO MUCH MORE to it.  It was all adrenaline filled and highly emotional and guilt inducing for me--none of which I expected.   Maybe it's because I am exhausted, or maybe it's because parts of the gym will be stained with paint for some time.  I dunno.  But now I am being sucked into watching "The Fugitive" and holy hell, Richard Kimball has PROBLEMS, and they do not include whether or not everyone had fun at Art Fest.


To be clear, I am SO GLAD I did this, but I will probably be plagued with thoughts that I could have done it better.  Less messy.  It's just that this beast had TWO MILLION moving parts, and at some point I had to just. let. it. go.  But that is a lesson that I learn at a painfully slow pace.  I NEED to do less; but given the option to go over the top, or just enough, I will NEVER choose to just skate by.  It's in my DNA, I can't help it.


But for now, it's OVER.  And the kids had fun.  And I'm not waking them for school tomorrow, we'll get there at some point, after I empty my van--which, I *think* contains open buckets of paint.  And that means maybe we aren't going to school tomorrow, because just the thought of getting out of bed kind of makes me want to vomit, and I'm just not sure I can handle the unloading that would make transportation possible.


More to come, friends.  Including video of how it all went down and commentary by my EXTRAORDINARY husband.  Whom I owe my sanity to.  Because if you didn't know it, my breakdown over the cost of wood was really my ego CRACKING under stress--and because it's funny, I will tell you that only TWO of our FOUR wood structures got used.  


New Year's Resolution:  DO LESS.