I'm a terrible entertainer.
Correction - I'm a terrible at entertaining family in my home.
For over a week, I've been battling anxiety and pain from stress headaches.
All because we had family come to the house this weekend. I love my family.
But, I don't love the judgement and criticism from them. I don't even think they
realize they do it, they've been doing it for so long.
"My, you sure do have a lot of weeds in your gardens."
"Don't you think you should paint the walls? They havea lot of scribbles on them."
"Your home could be nice if you could just remodel the kitchen and bathroom."
~ They're not weeds. They're wild, medicinal plants.
Some of which I have infusing in oil for future salves.
~ I prefer to think of the scribbles as custom artwork from the children.
~ What the fuck?!
But, I suck it up, inhale my lavender oil, and deal with it.
Because of this little girl.
She turned 9 on Sunday.
She deserves to have everyone who loves her be there to celebrate with her.