today was one of those days i'd rather have not happened.
ever have one of those? the kind of day that you just want to erase from your memory? to start with, i'm just tired today. i've been tired for the past week or so, but can't seem to sqeeze in enough sleep time.
i went to work and spent some time cleaning the studio so it was all shiny and clean and in comes my first client and the kids trash the place. shoot their sitting, send them on their way, clean some more.
aquisition more clients into the studio, and spend from noon to 2:40 with them for god's sake. take their money, send them on their way and try to find something to eat... but who do i run into in the granola isle? yeah, my stalker.
text my friend the cop. he texts me back and says hang loose, all will be ok. back to my studio - get my head bit off because my next client had a 3p appt and it was ---- 3:01 --- ooo damn. give me a m-f-in break. a minute.
shoot her pictures, have no mercy on her. she loves them and has to pry open her wallet so now she's even more peevish. grrr.
still no food, btw, so my blood sugar is now insane. even though i keep trying to prove it's possible, i am well aware that susan can not live on coffee alone.
another sitting. clean up again. time to go home.
my damned car has a flat tire. it's raining. i'm too damned girly to do this stuff. my phone rings, it's my friend... he sends his son in law to change my tire. or not. because he doesn't know which way to turn the lug nuts and tightens ALL of them even more before he listens to me say LEFTY LOOSIE, DAMMIT.
my son is uptight because i'm too far away to help. my brother is angry because i ran over a screw.. remind me to inspect the road from now on. my friend is uptight because i'm too girly... well, duh. i'm girly. ask my son, he'll tell you - i invented being a girl.
my daughter calls me, her boyfriend drives up, fixes my car and hugs me and tells me that i'm ok. good guy. he needs the brownie points anyway. i think he's going to ask to marry her. *yikes*
what a day.
i'm home.
my hair is a mess. good god, i had grease on my hands. give me good, clean earth under my nails and i'm cool. i'll dig in the soil for hours. anything BUT car filth.
good god. i think i'm amish at heart. if only they allowed music and photography i'd be cool.
oh well
the day's over. i'm home. the kids are making jambalia in the kitchen and smooching... everything will be ok.
*focus*
*breathe*
*sigh*
yeah. tomorrow's just a heartbeat away.
