I made this picture last night, and when I took a second look at it, I realized that if I had to articulate what the inside of my head looks like right now, this would be it. This image practically vibrates with nervous energy, kind of like my brain after the craziness of last week.
First there was the frantic rush to get ready for my daughter’s birthday party. Then on Thursday my brakes failed at a stop light and I hit another car. Luckily I was already going slow (since traffic was creeping), and the only damage was a minor paint scrape to the other car’s back bumper. I don’t know if you’ve ever had your brakes fail, but it absolutely scared the crap out of me, to the point I couldn’t stop shaking and crying when the police rolled up (a police car happened to be driving by in the opposite direction just as it happened, so he has there in about five seconds). I totalled a car about a year and a half ago, and I wasn’t nearly as shaken up by that as having my brakes not react at all. I’m just insanely grateful that it happened on a slow road close to work when I was alone, instead of on the highway going 60mph with my kids in the car.
Anyway, because of that I had a surprise trip to the mechanic to get the brakes fixed AND a traffic ticket to pay for. The ticket is a killer, because the police man pretty much told me that he saw everything happen, and it didn’t look like I was going very fast, and that conditions were slippery (it was raining, and there were leaves all over the road). Still “because there was damage” he “had to” write me a ticket. Grrrr. I understand rules and all that, but seriously? If there had been any less damage, you wouldn’t even be able to call it damage. I must have been going even slower than I thought, because my car didn’t have a scratch on it.
Between the party, AND the accident, AND being behind on housework AND laundry AND needing to get a much overdue drawing to a friend AND having just-sick-enough-to-be-crabby-and-whiny kids, AND spending over three hours raking leaves this weekend, my mind is frazzled. I was grateful when I got a couple of quiet hours to myself at the end of the night last night for some much-needed decompression. It was so nice to just shut off my brain, work and watch OnDemand episodes of No Reservations and The Universe (oops, is my nerdiness showing?).
Anyway, it’s funny how my unconscious seeped out in this particular drawing. It has crazy nervous frazzled energy to spare. Hopefully all the madness is done for a while and next week I’ll be posting pictures of me lounging poolside, margarita in hand….a girl can dream, right?