This week I got sick.
When I was awake, I drew some things, and I painted some things, and I tested part of a crochet pattern, but mostly I didn’t. Do anything. But this.
And sometimes this.
That’s my son’s bed. Why I had to steal his bed for naps is a long, uninteresting story. The point is this: Why do kids get all the best sheets?
Next week, I’ll do some stuff that involves being awake, and I’ll tell you about it. In the meantime, tell me about the sheets you have – or the sheets you wish you had.