The other day I painted all by myself. Oh the joy!
I was at my mother-in-love's house and she gave me the idea. The kids were sleeping and I got to use "big girl" paints. I think it's been a little over a year that I've sat down to paint "for real". And it felt so good. Not that I don't enjoy the numerous finger paintings and toast paintings, face paintings, toenail paintings, and paintings on mamma's wall. Those are all fun, but they often require A LOT of clean up. Well, except for the time when we made homemade pudding paint. We ended up licking the bowls clean and ourselves of course.
This, on the other hand, was stress-free, pain-free, and relatively mess-free.
I feel all growed up.
P.S. My Dear Friends,
If you still stop by every now and then to make sure I'm yet alive and to read my scattered posts that reflect my scattered brain, I want to thank you from the absolute bottom of my still beating heart. Life with little ones can be a consuming endeavor and I just want you to know that I love and appreciate your presence here. It makes this housewife of toddler county feel so rich in friendships :)