When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings…As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.
Anais Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin
And then I stare at the green glowing eyes of my perching cat and chuckle it all away.
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That’s me in the middle.
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Do-Bug’s bouts with illness are usually relatively infrequent compared with the average four year old.
But this winter, like the compounded snow storms, has been fraught with extended bouts of fever-filled colds.
Between the two, I don’t think she’s has a full week of school since the beginning of December.
We are both stir-crazy. And I’ve given up thinking I’ll ever catch up with work.
That’s my t-shirt from when i was a kid. My parents just couldn’t part with it. So now it adorns my own kid. Serves me right since she’s my payback for all the “trouble” i gave my own parents.
Who knew payback could be so awesome?
SerahRose blogs, mothers, dances, acts, directs, teaches, bakes bread, sews, composts, gardens, and really needs to finish painting her kitchen. There is no particular meaning to the order of this list.