Today was a much needed “me” day. If I had never been a mom I don’t think I would’ve ever truly understood the meaning behind the phrase “you cannot pour from an empty cup”. You have to have time to replenish yourself and recharge your sensitive batteries. If I am not able to do this I simply am not able to function or be productive at an optimal level of capacity. It takes a lot of time for me to recharge after depleting myself.

So I walk down the road and flap my arms in the air like they’re wings because it feels good to do so. And then I rest because I’m tired. The paint color I had ended up being a few shades too light so I had to go back and ask if they could darken the tint. The man at the counter was not happy that I was asking this. It seemed to be a major hassle that I could not understand. But he doubled the color drops and now the color is what I wanted. The picture I’d seen was darker than the actual shade.

Dad is sick now with the flu. He gets dressed and puts on his shoes and does all the same things that way except he sits up and sleeps on the couch. I asked if he was going to keep on his shoes and he said yes because it’s warmer that way. We all have to do what need to do to manage our sufferings. I’m painting because one of the boys mentioned the incompletion in the dining room from 2017 or 18. I’ve just felt inspired to try again with it.