These days are a little nuts, as we wind down from this recovery period. Everyone’s tired and stretched thin. The girls are sick with strep and recovering. I’m sore from a busy weekend and recovering. Work is crazy for both of us, and we haven’t figured out the recovery route for that yet.
It did feel good this week to get out and work with other friends on the event for E’s school this past weekend. The hours were long and late, but the company was good and I’ve not had a lot of opportunities to venture out much past work for the past six weeks. I also got to spend a few hours drawing and painting – a rare treat for me. I’ve been missing my physical outlets lately, but also my creative ones. It was so nice to get out the paints and the brushes and wing it.
Every year I’m in charge of doing the raffle basket posters. This year I decided to use watercolors, and went for a vintage circus poster feel – but beyond that I didn’t have too much of a plan. I kept the layout the same on all four, and changed it up in the center. The girls watched me work, and helped me with the geometry of the stripes and mostly just came downstairs each morning and said “totally awesome” in a whisper voice that completely made my day.
It’s almost Monday as I type this, and I’m sore and tired and the washing machine isn’t working (which is a problem when I have two pairs of pants that fit), and the kids are wiped and M’s out of town for a long day and life’s a bit of a circus for sure. Things will change this week – I’ll get the pin out of my foot, put on socks and shoes! for the first time since the middle of March, and the circus will shift from this one to another one – fitting physical therapy and end of the school year events into an already busy schedule. Sometimes you just have to embrace the circus as it unfolds – and find pleasure in it and beauty in it and humor in it whenever possible.