When Father? When?


I'm realistic I believe for miracles every single day!  I want it all!  I get excited and worked up over every single little thing I get to do and you know what?  Until now, it has never turned out the way I thought it would and even now is questionable and I totally hate this feeling of discouragement and not knowing and wondering why oh why do I do this?
I have to be real about this!
They called me about the Sparky Babies Car Show yesterday, for the second time in a year asking if we were on.  No we aren't, but please call me again next year, because I'd love to do another.
There's no food for the streets again.
Walked into today believing for two thousand dollars plus and walked away with $25 feeling like I should have given one of the paintings away to a boy.
When is it really going to be my turn Daddy?
When do I get to be the one with all the toys, because I have so many I want to give them away to?
    

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