And I Didn’t Care

I’ve read articles and seen pictures, but I never thought I’d have the guts to do it. Maybe I a little bit hoped it wouldn’t get bad enough for me to want to? But this morning, I abruptly went on strike. Maybe not abruptly. Because there were signs.

negative space sketch scooter and box of junk

I sipped tea and sketched negative space.

Yesterday, I put all of the ??? from Reed’s ??? piles around the house on the dining room table. I told him that he had until trash pick up the next morning (today) to deal with the contents. After that I vowed to move it all to the curb. Indiscriminately.

I woke up this morning almost like it was any other morning. I got dressed, but didn’t repeatedly check on Luc’s progress. I walked into the kitchen 5 minutes after D.E.A.B. (Drop Everything And Breakfast: 7:00 am) and found a happy, half-dressed child dancing around the kitchen; a slightly anxious husband sorting through ??? in the dining room; and a muddy relaxed puppy lying on my rug. We all greeted each other. Then I asked if Luc had completed his morning checklist. And the morning copy-and-paste began:

Al: “Have you done your morning check list?”
Luc: “What?”
Al: “I said ‘Have you–‘ Wait. You heard me.”
Luc: “Um. Morning check list?”
Al: “Yes.”
Luc: “Let me thiiiiiinnnnnk…”
Al: “That’s a no. Go do your list.”
Luc: “Okay!” (runs out of the room happily)

Select All. Copy. Ten minutes later. Paste.

But this morning didn’t go like that.

Al: “Have you done your morning check list?”
Luc: “What?”
Al: “I said ‘Have you–‘ Wait. You heard me.”
Luc: “Um. Morning check list?”
Al: “Yes.”
Luc: “Let me thiiiiiinnnnnk…”
Al: “Never mind. You can do it however you want. I’m tired of being ignored.”

Then I left the room to get my purse, a sketchbook, and a jacket. Two sets of feet scurried up the stairs. The puppy barked to be let in … or out. I said to nobody, “I don’t care.” I tied my shoes, walked upstairs, kissed Luc and told him to have an awesome day.

Luc (concerned): “Are you going somewhere?”
Al: “Yes. I’m going out. You and Daddy won’t listen to me. So, I’m on strike.”
Luc (deeply concerned, perhaps terrified): “Okay.”
Al: “I love you. I like you. I am always your Mom. But I’m on strike from my duties for a while.”
Luc (cautiously): “Well, okay, Mom-Mom. I hope you have a very very nice day. Byyye.”
Al: “Bye!” (kiss)
Luc runs to catch me on the stairs: “Mom-Mom, I’m sorry.”
Al: “I totally forgive you, sweetie. I love you very much.”
Luc: “Are you still on strike?”
Al: “Yes.”

I breakfasted at Le Pain Quotidien and drew the negative space of the chairs. The other iCal alarms went off: D.E.A.P. (Drop Everything And Prepare-to-leave), D.E.A.T. (Drop Everything And Toyota). I just tapped “Okay” and kept drawing.

To Be Continued probably…

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