The Artist’s Eye
This morning a friend is coming for coffee and gift exchange. While I should feel happy all I feel is stressed. Yesterday morning I went grocery shopping, stopped for coffee and took the bus home. By the time I put groceries away it was lunchtime. Laundry and a bit of cleaning, dishes. I cleaned the kitchen including the floor. But I should’ve vacuumed.
There are sometimes when there just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day. I should have got a cleaning company in but part of me has too much pride to do it. That if I just prioritize I should have time. Plus it’s expensive.
And then there is the part of me that thinks why do I care so much. The great thing about friends is they take you at your worst. She doesn’t care if the house is messy.
I’d better go. Gotta set the table.


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