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Myr has been painting on her wall mural all week. She's put in an average of 14 hours of painting a day (with lunch and supper and breaks and critiquing of the work in progress put in there). The goal was to have the murals finished by Friday (as in yesterday). Only two of the 8 muralists finished. The rumor was if you didn't finish the mural would be painted over. Myr knew this wasn't true, but irrational fear can't be rationalized away and she was stressed yesterday. They were told that they could have today and next week to continue if they needed too. Yay!
I dropped her off this morning at 8 am. She's sure that she will be done around 1 pm today. They only have until 3 pm for painting today. And I'm thinking she may use all the time for details and touch ups. As she got out of the car, she told me that she really liked the little texts that WIl has been sending her every day. Little encouraging notes and telling how great she is for doing this and how this will be forever -- you know, standard Dad stuff. I told her that he was really proud of her. As was Papa (my dad) and Granny and, well, everyone. That is was really cool and she was putting in so much hard work and....
She goes, "I know. Everyone says that. I keep telling them its not that great. But they walk by and go 'Wow, that's terrific!' But it's... arrgggh."
Heh.
So I go: "Well, just so you know: I don't care. I'm dropping you off, but I really don't think it's all that awesome. Don't fear, I'll be your one apathetic parent."
She grinned. "Thanks."
So I sent her a text: "I don't care how you're doing. Just FYI." And an hour later: "Still don't care about your painting. Not thinking of you at all. LOVE."
I hope that conveys the true level of my not caring.
I will post pictures of the completed project later, just to prove that I don't care and to show how indifferent I am to the whole thing.
I dropped her off this morning at 8 am. She's sure that she will be done around 1 pm today. They only have until 3 pm for painting today. And I'm thinking she may use all the time for details and touch ups. As she got out of the car, she told me that she really liked the little texts that WIl has been sending her every day. Little encouraging notes and telling how great she is for doing this and how this will be forever -- you know, standard Dad stuff. I told her that he was really proud of her. As was Papa (my dad) and Granny and, well, everyone. That is was really cool and she was putting in so much hard work and....
She goes, "I know. Everyone says that. I keep telling them its not that great. But they walk by and go 'Wow, that's terrific!' But it's... arrgggh."
Heh.
So I go: "Well, just so you know: I don't care. I'm dropping you off, but I really don't think it's all that awesome. Don't fear, I'll be your one apathetic parent."
She grinned. "Thanks."
So I sent her a text: "I don't care how you're doing. Just FYI." And an hour later: "Still don't care about your painting. Not thinking of you at all. LOVE."
I hope that conveys the true level of my not caring.
I will post pictures of the completed project later, just to prove that I don't care and to show how indifferent I am to the whole thing.
