I'm totally a disposable kind of girl. I love luvs.
I'm a little stressed out. I don't mind sharing.
I've got an Andre the Giant sized handful of projects and orders to get out before Christmas, and even though I'm sewing like a mad momma...where are the finished products?
I'll tell ya. They're in the flooded toilets. The pukey sheets. The sibling rivalry.
They're stuck in the sucker punch that caused a good week's worth of contention, squashing all hopes of brotherly love. They're in the goldfish and vanilla wafers building their own community under my couch. They're all wrapped up in the day Kacie could reach the door handles; and destroy whatever is at peace within.
The cushion forts. The diaper rash. The abyss of menu planning. The advil.
They're in that place in my head where logic meets exhaustion.
Whoa, I guess I just called those interruptions kids. yikes.
I suppose if my chidren were publicly whining about their stress levels, they would call the interrruptions projects.
To those of you who are patiently waiting on me for goodies, thank you for not sending me emails in CAPS. I apologize. I'm working, I promise.
Put Scribbit on your bloggy schedule; I'm giving you time to plan ahead. And I'll follow up with a reminder. I'm promoting this because I can't stand it. And...I made Scribbit the beautiful buttons for you to put on your sidebar. Indulge me.
And add this on your calender, with a big red circle and a hand...like theirs. From Sew Mama Sew.
If you don't frequent the SewMamaSew Blog, then poo poo on you. This is the month to change your ways. They're posting cool homemade gift ideas each day of the month. An awesome place to support creative types. I love it. Oh, you know I love it. I get all gooey and hyperventilate about this stuff.
So plan ahead and take advantage of the cool free stuff! Maybe.
It's all about preparedness these days.
I love these new pages in the Quiet Book. Simple and Bright. Someday I'll get around to making one for myself. With a page titled Eat the STack of Doublestuffed. I...uh...haven't quite figured out the details on that one.
Out to Sea Nautical Dress for Sarah Jane Studios
10 minute tee shirt pajama pants and skirt
best dressed onesie
He knows how to get to my heart.
Or maybe it means a quirky little smile from the stand when the kids are climbing on my head at one end of the pew and perfecting the art of KungFu on the other; and hearing his sympathetic grin and focused glance scream across the congregation that he thinks I'm beautiful. And graceful...in sunday meeting scolding.
I guess it's the generous surplus of covers and body heat when I shiver.
Or the kiss and the chuckle when we have leftovers and tantrums for dinner. Again.
I think it's that he told me I'd be a hot rockstar; and left out the part about the obvious scheduling conflict the tour would create. He's so supportive.
Or when he makes me try all his new work-out tortures, and only cheers with support when my plank isn't so steady.
I suppose it could be the empty laundry room.
But really...it's when he peeled me a pomegranite tonight. I knew he loved me.
with my sister.
and eat this for dinner.
and try on cool clothes I can't afford and maybe even poof my hair and hold a neat metal thing for pictures
(and I got a cool new cell phone to take with me. Because I am so with the times. I'll call you.)
and I have to admit, I'm going to miss this.
call me crazy.