I don’t know where it came from, but I have started sewing. It happened suddenly. I bought some fabric from the craft store because Charlotte loved it so much. I made a blanket. Then a pillowcase. Then a skirt. And another skirt. And some cloth napkins. And flannel pajama pants…
It’s like–a thing now. The sewing machine is living on the dining room table and Catch has even stopped giving me dirty looks about it.
Writing used to be an important outlet for me, but lately I’m getting more satisfaction from making things. I even made a really cool banner for mini’s preschool teacher’s baby shower and it felt so good afterward.
I’ve been sick for a few weeks. Long story, but basically kid germs are working their magic on me. I’ve been miserable enough that I’ve seen the doctor three times, which is pretty unheard of for me. This endless sickness is really taking a toll on me. I’ve been so short with Charlotte. My patience is nonexistent. This morning I was alone with her and fell asleep sitting on the couch holding my coffee. I woke up when she ran over to me to tell me that it’s really cold outside and she needs her jacket. She had crawled through the doggie door and was completely alone in the back yard at 6:30am. In her pajamas. Without shoes. While I was asleep. When I told my doctor about that today she basically threw drugs at me. Let’s hope they work this time.
Hopefully a healthier me will be back soon to write some more. In the meantime, I’ll be sewing. And burning myself with the iron. And leaving pins on the couch that stab Catch in the butt when she sits down.