Today's special feature was supposed to be a photo illustration, but it didn't quite work out that way. To say the film didn't turn out is an understatement. It was split from end to end and therefore inpossible to develop and print.
Now I'm trying to write an essay and my blondie boy of a five year old is standing right beside me demonstrating a very noisy toy. To say that he wants my attention, is, well an understatement.
Wouldn't life be great if everything worked out the way we wanted to? Wouldn't it be great if everyone behaved the way we wanted them to?
But that is not how life works. I want to take my time and write a long essay about stress and tie it in neatly up with my theme. My five year old does not want me to do that.
"Please, please, please, hurry. Go up the stairs with me."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Watch Goosebumps. Hurry."
Oh well, it doesn't look like this creative corner is supposed to be all that creative today. I guess I better go watch Goosebumps."