No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
Sometimes I find myself lacking in one (or all) of those departments, and often I just can't get it together. Like today. The morning passed in the typical flurry of carpools, laundry and dishes. The afternoon, heaven help me, was all about house hunting. (And a leak in the furnace, and a birthday party that somehow escaped the calendar...)
But I wanted to tell you about the earrings I made in the wee smalls, after I finally lulled the littlest to sleep. And about the fascinating new game that Chevi's worked out: "Mommy, would you rather I was a hunchback, or a dog?" "Would it be better to drown or get hit by a car?" (I'm reserving a spot with a good therapist tomorrow. For both of us.) And about the thrift shop I've been frequenting, and the little treasures I've unearthed there.