What happens to your leisurely weekend of creating a painting for a charity event while you sip wine and maybe decide to go out to the pub, maybe get a run in at some point, when a phone call comes in on Friday night at 6:30pm? Well, if the phone call goes something like this, "They want more. They want it right away. Like NOW. We need it as soon as physically possible. Can you do it?" You kind of try not to fall over and mutter something like, "Um, yeah, I can do that." Then hang up the phone and go "Oh crap!" While you figure out what painting already exists to give to the charity and how little sleep you ACTUALLY will require for the next three weeks while still being a mom and working full time. And then realize your life for the next few week will look and feel a little something like this:





Madness.