I've been feeling down lately, I don't know why...
I'm just really unmotivated, but after starting at her blog for a few moments I was inspired again.
So inspired I attempted some of her craft projects.
I planted colour, because the dullness that surrounds me in this house weighs me down.
And basil in pots where the snails can't reach.
Harper had a major meltdown at the supermarket. The kind where people stare...
He did the plank, and you know I was ok with it, it was 33º, he was tired, and wanted to be at home in bed and even though I could feel judgemental eyes burning through my back I held my head high, got that dam chicken I came for and carried him to the register.
When we got home he slept for three hours without a sound.
And I tore up the wizard of OZ. and although it felt wrong it looked so right.
That night excitement began to build as the anticipation of a storm awaited and we decided to go outside and draw.
Harper drove a hot rod.
And rode a motorbike.
And as the sky began to grow dark,
Harper ran around the yard screaming, "It's only a storm" in a half terrified half excited voice.
Then the rain came and we lay in the bath and listened to that storm, it felt good.
Yesterday. It was a good day.