She is my life, my vision, my laughter, my everything, but..... Today while I was in the middle of emailing a customer to sink a wholesale order and while my dd was supposed to be relaxing on the love seat watching Blue's Clues, dd suddenly appeared at the door of the study and said, "Momma, someting happened to my hair." I knew instantly what that someting was, flour or cornmeal to be exact. Then she apologized as she lead to me to the scene of her crime. Cornmeal was everywhere in her usual crime scene, and all over her. Her dark brown hair was white. Now she is a sleeping angel, and I don't have to deal with this just yet. But, how do I deal, with trying my best to work and build a business and have a precocious 3 year old under my feet. I'm staying home for a reason, I must remember that. Does my creativity suffer from the responsibility? I would say, that I couldn't be creative at all without the life she brings. I would be stagnant and old and overburdened with the cares of this world to even think about being creative. So, here is to many more cornmeal clouds, butter sculptures, crayon drawings and such. This is the life.
