I took a week off from my day job.

I painted.

I drank a lot of coffee.

I watched Ron Weasley sleep.

I took Ron Weasley to the vet.

I painted some more.

I made quiche.

I went to the movies.

I went junking.

I was perpetually paint-stained.

It rained.

I used my Crock-pots, two at a time.

I put my painting on a sweatshirt.

I was there when the kids got home from school every day. I cooked dinner every night. I packed their lunches in the morning and helped them with their homework. Idrove them around. I willingly – no, gladly – sat through karate classes and baseball practice.

I didn’t have headaches, stress or conflicting priorities. I didn’t accomplish everything that I’d hoped.

I spent my last night with Frida, firelight, wine and my paint brushes.

Best week ever.