But, at least I love it, and for so many reasons. For example, I get to drive for 30 minutes by myself to get to my class. While a 30 minute drive alone in a minivan may not seem like a treat, to me, it's fucking awesome. I don't have to listen to Bearenstain Bears or Frog and Toad CD's. Nobody asks me 5,000 ridiculous questions that always start with "Why," and there's no arguments to settle. Just me and some cool ass music. Yeah, so if you pull up next to a white minivan and there's a crazy lady in the driver's seat who seems to be screaming at no one and having a seizure, don't worry, it's just me and I'm only singing.
Then, once I get to class, my teacher is an amazing, funny, and easily likable lady who instructs in the kindest and simplest way possible. I get to paint my little heart out for 3 hours once a week and it's like a mini-vacation for me. It's so soothing and stimulating at the same time and I finally feel like my brain is being used for something other than a collection bin for nursery rhymes, quick recipes, and the answers to where everybodies' stuff is in the house. "Your glue stick is in your pencil case in your backpack, which is in the laundry room, behind the door, hanging on the hook (for the third time)."
The art class and my vegetable garden are really making me happy right now. Hopefully, I will have some small measure of success with them. Here's what I've been working on so far, it's just the first step, I have many more hours to go with this one.