My toenails are unpainted. There. I have confessed it! I feel naked because of that. My feet are one feature about my physical appearance that I have always liked and I enjoy having a splash of color on my toenails. However, with current transformations of my life, I am learning to put first things first of which toenail painting has not come in even 4th place. So, why am I writing now instead of painting said toenails? I decided (first things first) that in this moment, my mind needed nourishment with verbiage and my tummy needed nourishment with chips and homemade salsa.
Oh, the constant changes with sleep . . . need I say more? My mind is mush, my eyes burn, and I think I can literally hear my pillow calling my name at this very moment from down the hallway. O did not sleep much last night. Darn teeth. Which means Momma did not sleep much either. Finally I brought her bed with me (insert loud gasp), at 2:45 this morning and we snuggled. Ok, I got hit with her stuffed giraffe, my eyes poked, my cheeks pinched and I know I heard tiny giggles somewhere in that mix. Somewhere we must have fallen asleep in the wee hours because I woke to tiny breaths being felt on my nose and when I pried my eyes open, about 1/4 an inch away from my face was this.
Her smiling face beckoning me to wake up. How could I resist, even at 5:45?
Aside from being tired today, I am grateful for quite a bit:
A refrigerator drawer full of, you guessed it . . . LEMONS! I will figure out what to do with them. Already made gf lemon bars.
Chicken thawing on the counter, knowing my family will eat well tonight. How can I know that when I have absofreakinlutely no idea what I'm going to make with the chicken? I'll Google it.
Time with friends this morning and playing in the dirt with O.
Having a job to go to this evening where I am enriched as a person because of the clients I have and the peers I work with.
Time and conversation with my DH last night - of which I am sure he is grateful for me to have this new outlet for verbiage as I must get out those 17,000 words a day somehow and now he is partly off the hook!
That for today I am enjoying who I am.
Happy Day, and possibly happy toenail painting!
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