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.
Sounds heavenly! LM