You may remember my post about my month of anticipated design angst. Well, when a client approves a design, there’s almost nothing that feels better than that sense of relief and accomplishment. The process for this particular project wasn’t as torturous as I had anticipated. I have yet to tackle my other project so I am not off the hook on design angst just yet, but I feel like I’m making progress and I haven’t been working crazy hours like I thought I might this month.
Which reminds me. The other day M said that when she grows up “just a little bit more”, she was going to start cooking dinners, cleaning the house and doing “mommy’s computer work” so that mommy and daddy can rest and not have to work so hard. She rambled on to say that even when she doesn’t live with us anymore (a concept, by the way, that seemed to totally rock her world, like “what the hell are you talking about, I’m not going to live with you forever?”), she’ll still come over everyday and clean and cook for us. I asked her where she thought she might be living, when all of this was happening. She paused for a minute and said, “Chinatown”, paused again and nodded her head decisively and repeated, “yes, Chinatown”.