Over the last couple of days, I have decided to take little breaks from the serious work I am doing and every hour or so stop and do a few little sketches, just a couple of minutes each, to break creative blocks and to get myself cheered up and motivated.
I will be posting them on and off, but do not expect much from them, they are no more than doodles, and depending on my stiffness, obviously some will be better than the others.
They may or may not relate to the other work I am doing, who cares.
On the home front, I think i got this single mother thing figured out to some extent, and my wifeless life is much easier now.
There's about three weeks left until my better half comes home. Time moves faster now and soon, my wait will be over.I am definitely looking forward to that.
I think I have memorized my kids' names and we started working as a team.
Well, not one of those top notch teams that go around winning stuff, more like one of those loosing ones that put up the fight before they give up.
I have learned a few things about my kids as well.Apparently, my older son has a girlfriend which kind of explains his permanent absence from the house, strange wristbands, silly figurines dangling off his mobile phone and his sudden interest in keeping fish tank in his room.It turns out that now he likes fish, because his girlfriend does and she told him he should like them too.I find it really amusing.
Except that the dribbling water pump from his room makes me wake up and go to pee a couple of times every night.
He also started reading books, which is amazing!If I was to compare him to the vampire, books used to be his equivalent of crosses and sunlight.
Last one I remember him reading before this "book spree" was "Ten Loopy Caterpillars" back in the primary school and he liked it so much, it took him 2 years to read.
I also discovered that my other kid is the clumsiest child I ever knew, with no interest in any sort of physical activity whatsoever.I have spent half an hour another day teaching him how to jump over the fence and had to introduce him to the childrens' playground at the age of 13.He is yet to master the monkey bars and do a single chin up, but I am optimistic and hopeful.
It is ironic that I have to spend as much time to teach him how to do all that mischievous stuff as my dad has spent trying to stop me from doing it.These are certainly different times from the ones I grew up in.
Anyhow, this is all for today, I have to go back to my work,Cheers to all,