Our days are full. Full and crazy and happy and sad and silly and EXHAUSTING. I've mostly accepted the fact that this is a stage of my life that leaves little time for hobbies (or friends or exercise or personal hygiene). At the end of the day, after the kids are asleep, Eric and I collapse onto the nearest piece of furniture; if we're lucky, we have a glass of wine and a chat. Most of the time, we we watch an episode of something on Netflix before dragging ourselves to bed (Person of Interest is awesome, by the way).
However, a couple of Sundays ago, I was able to carve and print a little linoleum block. It was a quick carving job, and my printing skills are rusty (though I was never that good at printing in the first place), but I really enjoyed myself. It felt really great to do something for myself, by myself.
Thanks, Eric, for herding the children.
Since then, I've been using our Netflix and chill (actually chilling, mind you) evenings to sketch. I might not have enough time or energy to do major projects right now, but I've been enjoying practicing being creative. It will be all too soon before the kiddos are in school and I have far too much time and energy on my hands. And I have a feeling that will be much worse than my current lack of both.


















