That moment when your mojo crashes

So, this week wasn’t supposed to be a nightmare week. It was supposed to be a nice week. I was going to catch up with the weeds in the yard, and it rained a bit, and it was nice.

Then on Tuesday one of the big girls landed on the 20 month old on the trampoline and broke the baby’s ankle.

Nice week instantly shot. I’ve gone back and forth to the ER, bounced around appointments for the orthopedic surgeon, etc. etc. all week long. The baby now has a massive cast that she uses to club people with. (Her ankle is already well enough to do that, which I find amazing.)

In the midst of this, I tried drawing a golden age of scifi book cover for a friend.

Me: Hee hee, this is fun.

Her: Wait, the girl is supposed to be black.

Me: mojo crashes and burns because that means the whole pic has to be redone

So now it’s Saturday and my poor hubby has to work. Next week, 3:30 wakeups, which turn both of us into zombies. I just can’t catch the mojo again.

This morning, I scraped out a quick drawing, just to keep in practice:

So that’s been my week. I’ve been so tired and stressed that when I sit down at my computer, I’d rather stare at the wall than create anything. But maybe things will calm down now? Maybe?

2 thoughts on “That moment when your mojo crashes

  1. I have been praying for you so much. I know how motherhood and its trials just do that, make zombies of us all. But I never had that 3 AM wakeup to do too. Well at least you know she is a resilient little thing if she has already learned how to weaponize her cast. I think your pictures are wonderful. Gosh, I wish I lived closer. I wish that all of the time.
    It sound like a title of a book, Motherhood and its Trials. 🙂
    Have a nice day in spite of it all.

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  2. Yeah, we all have our particular crosses to bear, don’t we? I miss having a brain, though. My brain just … stops working on 3:30s. I don’t understand why. Maybe it’s having to eat breakfast so early? I do wish you lived closer, too.


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