Ten.Seven Hundred & Fifty-Five
The color of the morning light makes me think it’s already much warmer than I’d like it to be.
I tell him that I need a break but that it’s also that I’m running two instagram accounts now. Too much. I can’t scroll that much—I don’t want to scroll that much. I think back to my conversation with Tami; maybe it’s just time to unfollow all the brands so that my feed is just full of people. People that I actually care about and want to engage.
No one wants to go but I’m making them. I don’t even want to go, but we have to. I realize that they’ve been spoiled by me being a stay-at-home parent. Rarely have they ever needed to run errands with me because I do them while they are at school. This may all be changing soon.
The disorder and chaos in the store makes it hard to find anything. I won’t be back here again. Where else is there to go?
I take my car so that I can listen to the Fever Dreams mixtape. There are 4 songs that I can’t get enough of.
I can barely keep my eyes open. This is a combination of day four of no coffee plus stress plus ovulation plus 100+ degrees.
I let myself lay down. Radical rest. Rest as needed, when you’re able. Forget about what is not getting done.
I’ve made an effort.