I suppose the fact that I took Nyquil before my Boy Punk complained of a stomachache might have had something to do with my misfiring synapses this morning. The drugs didn't cure the sniffling, sneezing and stuffy-head feeling, but made me tired enough to not care that I couldn't breathe. Usually that means I can sleep.
Unfortunately, a drugged stupor coupled with mommy-radar apparently creates a person who really wants to sleep, but also really wants to stay awake in case someone is about to throw-up all over the place. As a result, I don't think I'm even running on one cylinder this morning.
A good dose of caffeine hasn't helped and after a failed attempt to study while on NoDoze in college, I'm not about to try any stronger stimulants. I'm thinking I might forgo errands to the library and post office after I get the Punks to school in favor of another couple hours of sleep.
The little pot — that's drawn at 100% of size — is one of two my brother made in high school pottery class and I'm not sure how I ended up with them. They make nice tea light holders, though. As for pottery I've created, I hope it's all been trashed. I don't work well in three dimensions.
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Judging by the yogurt, banana, two bowls of cereal and piece of toast the boy just wolfed down for breakfast, I'd say he's fine now. Sigh.
... but your two dimensional rendition of three works brilliantly.
ReplyDeletelove the colors on these pages! good luck with the solo parenting - i always have to breathe extra deeply when i have my bouts with it!
ReplyDeleteOoh - that's like it's dripping with chocolate - luscious!
ReplyDeleteWow! You've captured the shine and reflected light on the pot beautifully! Wow again! That almost looks like a pasted-in photo.
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