As I begin to type this post it is 7:34 PM. All I want to do is go to bed. Partly because I am tired, I was up at 5:20 this morning for no good reason other than sometimes I just seem to wake up early, and because I drove back to step ford, spent some time with the editor, went to the chiropractor, spent some time with wild mom, got a long overdue (it's been about 8 months since my last one) haircut, spent some time peanut and another old friend and drove back. My 90 minute drive back took 2.5 hours, which I did not anticipate so the coffee I sipped during the first 45 minutes of the drive wanted out-big time. I managed to complete the drive with out a bathroom break by vigorously seat dancing my way along in the bumper to bumper traffic to Mariah Carey's greatest hits album, which I was blasting even though the moon roof and windows had to be open since the hair dresser, in an attempt to flatten all of my newly hatched upon Evan's fall disaster gray hair, sprayed my head with forbidden stinky hairspray and I thought the hair spray fumes were going to make me pass out. Now I'm going to have to shower and wash my hair before bed, even though it's already been washed twice today.
Evan wants out so bad! He is bored out of his mind here and I can't blame him. At his age living with my parents was torture, but a different kind of torture than living with me since my parents were not me,(obviously) and my mother made no attempt to even pretend that she had any interest what so ever in being a parent as opposed to me who bends over backwards in dedication to these children, so torture nonetheless. And tonight in an attempt to illustrate the fact that living in this house sucks Evan referred to the husband and myself as "the cripple and the photographer", his words dripping with disgust and disdain. WTF?? How can you have the same reaction to being a photographer as to maiming yourself with a self destructive 20 year eating binge diabetic suicide leading to physical and mental disability?? How?? This makes no sense at all!!
My feelings are hurt and Evan is banned from any shows I might be involved with for the near future.
Except I was going to pay the little brat to help me out with some photography stuff because I need an assistant to hold a backdrop in the woods for me and now I want to ask someone else if they want the job. Except that the weather tomorrow looks like it is going to be the perfect overcast day for doing this. I don't really have time to ask someone else. I'll tell you one thing, I am not going to be generous like I was planning on being and the little brat is going to have to negotiate with me for every penny I pay him. That is, if I pay him. I wish I could smack some attitude right out of him.
Also, I wish I'll get totally famous and celebrated and can rub it into his immature face.