Now I do, see, soak in all week long. I'm constantly absorbing, flexing (or at least attempting to flex) my creative muscles. By the weekend I want to watch a sitcom and eat fast food. (Just kidding!!) But I do want to hunker down at home and regroup. I've officially become a "weekend domestic arts specialist." How do you like that title? I rearrange little vignettes around the house, cook, water plants, spruce, sweep, do laundry. (Heck, yesterday I even ironed, and I never iron.) If I do venture out, it's to hit the grocery or make goodwill runs. This weekend I literally didn't leave the house (at all) until 5:00 yesterday afternoon when Millie and I joined a group of her buddies for a mother/daughter dinner date.
I'm not gonna lie, after two days of partaking in the domestic arts, I feel a little pent up, but then all of the sudden it's Monday and I get to go, go, go again.
I love it when things just sort of work out like that. It's a good thing. I am grateful.