Bitting off more than I can chew...

I decided to take an art class. At first I was elated. Now I realize I inherited a gene from my mother called the always-excited-to-start-a-new-thing gene. Too bad I didn't inherit the finish-what-you-start gene from her too. After the 2nd class period I was feeling overwhelmed and good for nothing. Strange how comparison can do that to you.

At dinner time, while stewing about my class, I gave Azure a carrot to play with because she likes to bang things on her chair (like celery stalks and plastic spoons) while I make dinner. I looked over (because she was being awfully quite, a sure sign that trouble is brewing) and she was trying to eat the rather large vegetable. My first thought was, "That's a pretty big bite that she is trying to take.." and then I realized that is kind of how I felt about the class. So, I guess the gene is being passed on. Of course it's not necessarily a bad thing.