What is it about this moment that is so delicious?
I’m in my office. Todd has taken the kids with him to get groceries. It is quiet. It is the first moment of solitude I’ve been able to carve out in two weeks. I’m sitting in a chaise, laptop on my lap, and the sun is making a spotlight beam with dust flakes dancing through it. My office is a mess. Papers on the floor. Not such a mess though that I couldn’t get it together in twenty minutes. Lived in, not completely run over.
I like this space. It is mine, entirely mine. A pink oxford shirt hangs over my desk chair. Odd because I don’t usually wear that style, a bit preppy for my taste, but there it is. I was cold and pulled it out of my closet that day and it’s been hanging there for a couple of weeks.
Two plaster casts of my pregnancies sit atop the highest book shelf in my room. What was I thinking making sculptures of my enormous belly and boobs? Why didn’t HT stop me? I was watching A Baby Story on TLC a lot and everyone was doing it, so there you go. It was so important to me at the time, and felt so artsy, and now it just seems hilarious.
Makes me wonder, what am I taking so damn seriously now, that will be comical to me in ten years?
Lighten up, baby.
That’s my motto for today.
When I feel anxious, I’m just going to think about my boobs-o-plaster, and tell myself, this too shall pass.