Yesterday I went to go for a walk but realized I didn’t have the time. I had the pram downstairs and didn’t fancy taking it shopping with me as people seem to stare -amused- at me and my empty pram. I get it but the joke, but it gets tiring- especially when I’m sleep deprived. This is when I dislike people looking at me the most.
I then just sat down on the chair outside my front door. Submitting to the weight of sleeplessness and to my losing race with time. I let my eyes follow the lines of the banister, down to the floor, up to the walls, then further up the side of the window, all to the roof, to the curve of the bottom of the stair case and then I looked at the window. I love all the lines, the repetitiveness and pattern.
So I drew it, then I went and collected my hot and sticky toddler- who I love more than I could ever successfully express.