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We all have our roles to play.
Noel, our teenager, had forgotten to finish an art project due for school, so she woke up at 4am, got the art box out of the closet and got it done.
(Noel can be forgetful and committed, sometimes on the same day.)
Later that night, Sparkles was working on her homework before going to bed.
(Sparkles can be studious.)
I was focused on helping Sparkles.
(I can be so focused that I tune out other things.)
Buttercup wandered upstairs and found the art box on the floor. This box contains the adult-supervision-required art supplies, which is why it is kept on a tall shelf in a closet at (almost) all times.
(Buttercup can be curious and mischievous and fast.)
That is how we ended up with about thirty original acrylic oil paintings on 8 1/2 x 11 paper.
And one abstract pattern of outlines, from where the papers that wallpapered the floor didn’t quite meet…
plus little footprints into the bedroom, on carpet.
The colors were bright purple, pinks and greens. Buttercups smile was proud and guilty at the same time.
I texted Blue Eyes so he would know to expect something unexpected.
(He is has an easier time, when he is expecting it.)
The funny thing is that we bought these paints so that the family could paint the white canvases that we hung in the loft two years before and we never quite had the time. Life is funny that way, how it happens when you aren’t looking, in ways you didn’t expect. We wanted the canvases on the wall to reflect our family, to be the work of our own hands, and the painting on the floor did just that. Our carpet original is unexpected, but true.
Yeah, that would be a contrived and cutesy blog post ending, wouldn’t it? The carpet looks trashy! The kids got in trouble! But it looked trashy before, because Daisy, our Mood Cat, used to pee on it all the time. We were going to replace it already, we were just waiting for Daisy to pass on, because, even through she has stopped peeing on it, she still throws up on it. So if the kids are going to destroy something, why not the trashy carpet? Now we are still waiting on Daisy, which is why she is for sale. Which she really isn’t. (Unless you really want her.) But one day, before too many years, we will have nice carpet again. And maybe, just maybe, painted canvases. The end.