Mothering Myself

Ever had one of those days when you just needed mothering?  I was swinging between antsy and sluggish.  A phone call from a young friend just back from New York felt good.  Then I picked up Abide with Me, the book for tomorrow night’s book club.  But after reading several chapters I was restless.  I sat in the backyard watching bluejays and sparrows and cardinals eat from the backyard fig tree. I ate Blue Bell rainbow sherbet.  The front flower bed needed some attention.  Nah.  Princess the dog really needed a bath.  Nope, not today.  So after changing the order of my next Netflix movie to Monsters, Inc., I went back to my book.

Some days are like that.


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