I didn't wash my hair for three days this week. The second day was on purpose. The third day I was so caught up in sewing quilt #2 that I skipped a shower altogether, trying to make as much progress as possible before running Peter off to school.
I can't tell you why we have three bottles of lemon juice in the fridge. It might have something to do with sharing my kitchen with a man. Really, this could happen to anyone. We'll laugh about it later.
The other day, I went back to my sewing machine after dropping Peter off at school. Ezra was dealing with my emotional absence alright...for awhile. Then he started to get obnoxious and began threatening to unplug my machine. So I dropped it all and we played hide and seek.
I desperately need creative expression in the middle of all the monotony of motherhood, but it's difficult to find the correct balance. Something always has to slide, to make room for the new thing.
So there you have it. Just in case you thought I had it all together. Or something. :)