Today we got the last large fishtank from our old apartment into our new one!  Tony is setting it up now and I can't wait to have everything finally together.  I've been avoiding hanging paintings and what not because we didn't have all our furniture here.  I know it seems like we should be able to have everything situated in just a matter of a few weeks, but this month has not been the best for us--money and time wise!

First-- The night BEFORE our move in day I ruined my transmission which ended up costing me about $1,200 to fix.  Goodbye, apartment decorating money.  Also made it so I had to be to work early and wait to be picked up when done.  Not having your own car when you are used to it can be really inconvenient.

Then-- the first two weeks of the month were slow weeks for Tony's uncle's business, so even less money than we thought we'd have. (Tony works for his uncle who has his own carpentry business.)

Just when we started to worry though, things started picking up and Tony spent the last week working 12 hour days nearly every day.  He even had worked the Saturday and Sunday before!  By the middle of the week, he and his uncle had gotten another job in Aberdeen, three hours away, and Tony will have to be gone from early tomorrow morning until Friday or Saturday--yes, over Thanksgiving!  Sane thing will be happening next week.

Add into all of that time consumption that I am a full time business student (my Junior year, the hardest year for high school AND college) PLUS midterms for the quarter fell during this week on top of my full time job and still trying to have time to make dinner, keep the apartment tidy, exercise, give plenty attention to my kitty Zuma, and sleep, I'm going to give myself a pass for not having everything together right away.

But just think -- when it's FINALLY together -- all the art work is hung, everything in its rightful place, I'm finally going to have time to start reading obsessively again and finishing the painting series I started.

Speaking of art, along with my painting series, I have an idea for an open face box sculpture set that I can't wait to get started on.  I also am on the lookout for another jewelry box for the next in my closed box sculpture.  Ideally I'll end that series with seven pieces, but considering I've only finished two in the last five years, I don't see that happening any time soon.  Even when inspiration strikes, finding the time just seems impossible.

Well tonight, I'm going to go to bed by Midnight.  Since Tony is going to be gone all week, I want to surprise him by having our place completely together, and ideally be making our late Thanksgiving dinner when he arrives!  Feminists would scoff at this, but my goal in life since I was a girl was to be a stay at home mom, who paints and writes for additional income.  I've always wanted to be a mother-- I can't think of any job I have wanted more than I have wanted to have that.  Nothing in the workforce to me can possibly compare to that.  I only go to school and study Human Resource Management as a back up plan-- in case it just isn't in the cards for me to be that stay at home mom, or, if it does happen, and something happens to ruin the situation - divorce, death, etc, I have something to fall back on.  Not having anything of my own when I first ventured out in the world (and by first, I mean in 2008-- see last post) have made me determined to never be in that position again.  Somehow, I just feel destined that my job will be to be a mother and a mother only, but that I will still be successful doing something I love.  Since I love art, and writing, I can only hope that one of those passions develops into something that will work for me.  I don't think I'd be miserable working a 9-5 HR job, but if I had the choice between doing that and living comfortably, or being a stay at home mom living comfortable and writing and painting in her free time, obviously I'd choose the later.

But if I want to get to bed before midnight, I better sign off now.

Until then--