So apparently, I’m not Superwoman.
The meandering lines of my dreams and my life as it is diverged big time this week as holiday preparations (read: biennial cleaning) and work claimed most of my waking hours.
Still, there have been small victories. I haven’t picked up a pencil in a week, but there are a host of posts waiting for doodles, and, tomorrow, as the turkey slow roasts in its maple glaze and we wait for the rest of our family to arrive, I will indulge in down time in the living room with the kids and the Big Guy and a pad on my lap. And I will stake my banner there.
I may have surrendered a few battles this week, but I’m still in the fight.