amazing days

My life recently is a roller coaster, both emotional and mental.
I wish I could say this is new but it is all I know and have known.
It's not easy to do what I do, but sometimes it's so worth it,
other times I want to shoot myself with a rubber pistola.
On the 5th I spent the whole of it, hardly leaving my office.
Bona Roo was still here from the night before so I was lucky enough to
enjoy her and Merica over and over agian, stopping only to
change the music and to wipe the burning sweat from my eyes.
The only work I did was painting a commision piece (I'm half done with it, looks great).
I cooled off by riding my tall bike and chasing my children up trees.
In all accounts it was Dingo paradise, I felt blessed.
I thanked my version of God for the healthy family, great crew and of course a big thanks for giving me that kind of stamina.
Then the next day, I wake up to screaming kids, The landlord (nice guy but still stress)
problems with other shows, dealing with our crew and a crappy article about me in the Mercury,
all under the stress of the looming Gentri-vacation we are all about to take.
I was doing damage control with My tshirt contact (Micheal) and Caffeine while holding a wiggling, hollering, bored, baby and wondered aloud "What Happened?"
I do way more work than fun, it's like being on the clock all the time, I'm looking
forward to getting to where we are going so I can have at least as many fun days as crum days.