I started three different version of this post before landing on one that feels right, and as I write this I still don’t know what it will become. Where to start when the heavy weight of exhaustion of a day well spent weighs like a wet blanket on top of any desire to write right now?
I’ve committed to this, so I will. I start by going to my phone, peeking at the photos from today. Getting more tired realizing how long that day actually was. And good. And full. Mr. P’s eleven month birthday, a photo shoot with Daddy, a nap, a babysitter came, a trip for mommy out solo but fast to maximize her solo time then a quick grocery run and home and farmers market and seeing friends and dinner and bedtime and here. I. Am. Pooped.
I found a picture to inspire something to tell you. Mr. P’s bright eyes and sweet face. The joy and wonder of unpacking the groceries that I’d left on the floor. The passion of pulling out the olive oil, reaching for the quinoa, pulling it out, handing it to me with pride and delight. Then the coffee! And the can is round and it rolls! Like the wheels on my red toy car. And oh my goodness it shakes like a maracca, the beans jumping up and down inside the cylindrical container each time I shake it shake it! I shake it, mommy! See me? See me?!
I’m feeling tired tonight, my contacts dried to my eyelids, my pjs already on, my mind looking forward to episode of Breaking Bad, my timer tick tick tocking. Feeling like being a little light tonight, a little less than normal. This is good and ok. I tend to be an all or nothing kind of person, giving my all or nothing and I need to let the something part of me be just right for tonight. So that’s all for tonight, my friends. I thank you for being here with me on this journey.
Good things, darlings.
This post is day 13 of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.