An Anxious State

Today is Sunday.

I spent this morning sitting up in bed watching youtube videos to work out what method of paint pouring I wanted to spend my day attempting.

It was 1pm when I finally made my decision, excitedly got up, changed into daggy paint clothes and announced to Adoring Husband as I opened the blinds and slid the windows open ...

"I am going to open all the windows to let fresh air into the room so that I don't suffocate on paint fumes while I create art."

Within five minutes he was outside starting up the whipper snipper.

😳

Chopping up the grass. Raising the dirt and dust.

I slammed the windows shut.

I cursed like a wharfie.

I moved myself to the lounge room feeling resentful that I now had to wait, not just until he finished mowing, but until the dust settled.

So I found a movie and a big packet of crisps and sat down to enjoy some emotional eating for an hour!

I should have spent the entire day there because my resentment obviously remained in my body and there was no love in the art that I created ...

Disappointment.

So I headed to my fifth favourite place in the house ... the kitchen ... and made a meatloaf and a spaghetti bolognese sauce.

Roz's favourite places in the house:

1. The pool area
2. The bedroom
3. The lounge room
4. The art space/dining room
5. The kitchen
6. The family room
7. The toilet
8. The bathrooms
9. Bedroom two
10. Bedroom four
11. The laundry
12. The ironing room/bedroom three

Ok, it's after 10pm and I'm off to bed because tomorrow is Labour Day and I will be opening the shop for four hours.

I promise to focus on happier thoughts tomorrow and not be so petty about such small things. I will act like a grown up instead of like a spoiled child.

Nite all.