I shouldn't say it so lightly. Picture a car stalling with a deep bronchial deathbed cough.
Yep, that was how my early-bird gig went down. What with all the fire and toxicity, I decided to revert to 'sleeping in' until the children wake me at 7 and staying up as late as possible.
I'm so much happier. Also, I got some help two days a week for THREE HOURS to myself to write my assignments. You have no idea what it's like to write without being interrupted every 20 seconds. (Easy. It is easy.)
I even have time to make the occasional pesto batch. (or four).
|Hiding from deadlines smells great!|
Several days ago I descended the stairs to the basement and found it a raging wreck. Toys everywhere.
I clean all day long, I thought once again.
All. Day. Long.
I implored Fan Man and the Pomegranate to help me clean up, but he's 4 and she's 2 and they went about their merry ways. At one point I was fuming as I hurried from one toy pile to another trying to get things in order, and I stopped. I took a breath.
Not a mess. None of it was a mess. Maybe messy, but not a wreck.
It was evidence.
The lights told a story of monsters under the couch. The remote controls were a pretend show on a birch box of blocks.
Evidence of creativity.
|Embracing creative work.|
I'm busy creating.