The Second Witching Hour

There’s the witching hour in the middle of the night, and then there’s one - for me at least - that hits in the middle of the day. When all the caffeine’s wore off and my “I got this!” morning mojo goes missing. Dinner will need to be fixed. Someone may be waking up from a nap, and someone else may need to be picked up from school...and instead of the time going turbo, it just drastically slows down as I mentally count the minutes untill the golden hour hits - ie: bedtime. 🌚 So anyway, I went out and got some plants (and a little stand for said plants). Half of them are fake. The other half need the most minimal amount of water and double as first aid agents for the inevitable burns and scrapes that come daily (yeah, aloe). I get it, they’re suppose to all be real. But, if you thought this, you must have overestimated my ability to keep more than a few things alive at once. I already have 2 (really 3) humans that rely on me. In fact, as I type this right now, everyone’s stomachs should be full, but there’s an eerily faint whisper chant of “pancakes, pancakes, pancakes!” currently coming from somewhere in the house. 🤦🏾‍♀️ So like I said, at this point, the most I can do is attempt to create a calming space, so that even if time feels like it’s stopping, I’ll be in a place where I won’t even care.