Assumptions

As the saying goes... "Assume makes an ass out of you and me".
Or something like that. Anyways, these past few weeks I've learned there have been some assumptions made about me that are sooo wrong. The more I thought about it, the more upset I got.
It started with Damien (my oldest), wanting me to babysit. It always starts off the same, so I know its coming..."mom, can you watch the baby". Which is usually fine. (To my surprise I love being a grandma!)
" Are you doing anything on ______ ?"
Does doing my artwork or reading constitute doing something? Or even wanting a peaceful night to myself?
I feel like it does yet my guilt says otherwise. Because really I can do that the next night or the night after.
So I asked him if he knew what I did at night when I got home from work and his dad left for work ( David works night). And his answer blew me away..." Nothing, read People, maybe play on the
computer, watch TV.."
Wow...my life in his eyes is pretty boring and lame.

I got pissed.

Do I watch TV? yes..its usually on as background noise when I'm home by myself. I DVR anything I really want to watch and then I only watch that when I go to bed.

Read People? Its my guilty pleasure. I read a lot. Books, art mags, zines... I can get lost in a book.

" Play on the computer?" What is that? I don't play games...I read email, blogs, and most of the time I'm organizing and fixing the gazillion pics we have on our pc.

I guess that in the last two years I wasn't doing much...granted I stopped creating anything.
Is that where the bases of his assumption lies?? But then again HE was the one that first encouraged me..then pushed me to making him a book of all my old Cuban recipes and to "art it up". Which I did.... which led to Tony (middle son) and Anjelika (baby girl) asking for one too but with different covers. I was surprised that they turned out as great as they did. I'll post pics later.
And that finally led to me to creating again.

So after getting pissed, being hurt, and obsessing about it. I told him...I'm in my art studio every night..after I get home from work and pick up, get the coffee ready for David, read my emails and after David leaves...I play, organize and reorganize. Or I sit and look around at all my STUFF, till inspiration hits. And it usually does...so if it gets too late I jot it down in my sketchbook that I started. I also have now a journal I call my wish book. It keeps the stuff I want to buy...art supplies, mags, and books...all having to do with art.
And also my art journal... the keeper of all things related to me..... thoughts, things that inspire me, hopes, dreams......

So I am a busy girl....just no one sees it