What does it take to get my groove back? Certainly not my extremely cranky 8-year old child who I'm sending to bed early tonight in the hopes that she's just sleep-deprived and will shake it off with a couple extra hours under her belt.
And not my 20-month old little one who is charming and cute most days lately, but who treats me like a waitress in a crappy diner, demanding "Juice!" or "'Nack!" (snack) or "Dooey!" (smoothie) all day long, and I better hop to it or she'll help herself to the fridge, thanks.
No, I do love my girls and am pleased to be a mama, but to feel like my real self it takes sewing projects and grown-up conversations. And plants. Lots of plants.
One flat of sweet alyssum, an big mess of low-growing sedums, thymes, and mints for patio cracks, and a little colony-to-be of hellebores in my trunk and I'm good to go!