only scribbles mama

Today I bought a box of 12 oil pastels for Rumi and me. They might be difficult to use if you want to make something likable, but I was using them as a two year old would. Mostly to scribble and express how helpless and confused I have been feeling. Like these old babies. Still, the two year old me got to make noises, sing every color, how I love oil pastels, and my kids found that entertaining. Oh dear. Will I find my pain funny? Any time soon? Please.

Clueless.