Last night after the last of the last children were in bed, I had some "sewing therapy." It was one of those kinds of nights that you don't want to remember. It started off with my decision to grill hamburgers outside. And ended with four burnt burgers, lightning and thunder, drenching rain, a spider flying right at me (yikes!), tree debris in my hair and on my burgers ... I had to run back outside in the terrible weather to put on more burgers to compensate for the ones that became blackened hockey pucks. Oh, and that was all before dinner. After dinner we had to rush out the door. Of course, this was not without incident.
So what was I saying? Oh, that's right. Sewing therapy. I sewed that patchwork pillow last night. I didn't feel like dealing with a zipper, so I did the envelope back, like Kirsten makes.
This morning Spenser walked into the room and said, "Oh, Mommy! Pretty pillow! Good gob (job)!" Glad she took notice.
And, speaking of Spenser, turns out she likes to pee in her underwear. I would say, "Are you wet?" And she would answer, "I'm fine." (But she was wet!)
It doesn't phase her. Well, it didn't at first. Later in the day I found her later changing her own underpants on several occasions. By nap time, I had washed a load of underpants. As of this morning, I think I need to do it again.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away did run!
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom went crying
Down the street.
A little harsh, dontcha think?