The Bathrobe Brigade
The Bathrobe Brigade
2007
40 x 30 / #14
Now that my sons are (in college)*, I no longer have to make the mad morning dash to the building with forgotten lunches, instruments or homework. When they were younger however, it seemed that at least once a month I had to make a stop by the school and add some treasure to the pile by the secretary’s desk. She always seemed either too perky and smug, or just plain ticked off for having been interrupted by frantic moms. I chose to depict the perky one who would often delight in our misery with a smug smile, a warm cup of coffee and an inner memo pad so as to later share stories in the lunchroom with her office cronies.
The Morning Moms came in a variety of packaging. The viewer may decide which character best depicts their personal presentation for that time of day. I would have liked to have painted a revolving door situation as that was often how it appeared to be, one holding it open for the next bleary-eyed babe with a knowing smile of “I will kill him when he gets home” pressed firmly upon a lipstick-less mouth. Some moms refuse to make deliveries figuring the child will suffer the consequences and learn. However, I could never do that. My mom always made the mad dash (and that was before cell phones when one had to wait in line at the office under the shameful eye of Miss Suffering Secretary.) and my husband’s mom did too so we are just following in their footsteps. Life’s lessons are hard enough without having to fake one’s way through music class on the air trombone.
2007
40 x 30 / #14
Now that my sons are (in college)*, I no longer have to make the mad morning dash to the building with forgotten lunches, instruments or homework. When they were younger however, it seemed that at least once a month I had to make a stop by the school and add some treasure to the pile by the secretary’s desk. She always seemed either too perky and smug, or just plain ticked off for having been interrupted by frantic moms. I chose to depict the perky one who would often delight in our misery with a smug smile, a warm cup of coffee and an inner memo pad so as to later share stories in the lunchroom with her office cronies.
The Morning Moms came in a variety of packaging. The viewer may decide which character best depicts their personal presentation for that time of day. I would have liked to have painted a revolving door situation as that was often how it appeared to be, one holding it open for the next bleary-eyed babe with a knowing smile of “I will kill him when he gets home” pressed firmly upon a lipstick-less mouth. Some moms refuse to make deliveries figuring the child will suffer the consequences and learn. However, I could never do that. My mom always made the mad dash (and that was before cell phones when one had to wait in line at the office under the shameful eye of Miss Suffering Secretary.) and my husband’s mom did too so we are just following in their footsteps. Life’s lessons are hard enough without having to fake one’s way through music class on the air trombone.