Now I know...

...Why my mom seldom had perfectly polished nails.In the middle of a easy going Friday last week I decided I would paint my nails red.Base coat 2 red coatsTop coatIt took quite a while. Abby painted her nails too.She needs practice.No camera then.But you can imagine. She's 4.
I had lots I wanted to get doneWhen my nails were dry.Refinish a chair,Organize my underwear drawer.Bills. Ha.They took forever to dry.I tried to baby my hands.But hours later they were scuffed up pretty bad.By night fall my Red nails were toast. 

Not really my thing.

To give myself a manicure.

Next time I'll just give Abbs one.

She called it Beauty shop.

She talked with me.

Told about all kinds of stuff.

She looked at me very seriously,

"Mom. Dinosaurs eat meat."

........Her eyes narrowed.

She furrowed her brow.

"We! are. meat."

I laughed my head off.

Time.

Can be spent so many ways.

My mom knew that.

She worked with her hands all of the time.

She canned,

She loved to sew.

She used to make us the best Saturday morning breakfasts.

She also found time for herself.

Pockets of time

all moms need.

 

A pocket of me time for fancy red nails.

Nope, not my mom.

It would tie up her hands too long.

Just like it had mine.

I wondered if she laughed at my discovery.

 

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