Alright, I admit it, I am a slacker. My kids go off to school everyday, my husband goes off to work, and here I sit, twiddling my thumbs. So, why, you may ask, has it been almost a month since I have updated you on… well, anything? There really is a logical explanation. You see… ahh… I um… Okay, so maybe there is no good excuse save for my aforementioned statement: I am a slacker.
I assumed that when the kids started school, I would blog everyday simply because I would have nothing else going on. That has not been the case. Then I started the Photo 101 program back in early November thinking that it would get me back into the habit of blogging again, but I was bored after the first week. Then I planned on posting on Thanksgiving, which I never got around to doing. Apparently I was too busy eating pumpkin pie and cheering for the Seahawks. (Who won, by the way, just in case you missed the game…) Then I planned on posting every day in December, which I have already failed at since yesterday was the first, and, obviously, I forgot to post.
The funny thing is that I lay in bed at night and have all these ideas and thoughts running through my head. And I think to myself that first thing in the morning, l will share them. But once morning comes, they are gone. Well, not technically gone I guess, the ideas are still there, I just cannot seem to remember exactly how I wanted to share them. If I were a smart girl, I would either a.) get out of bed and write my ideas down before they get lost in my sleep, or b.) I would simply blog at night, when my mind is most active. The problem with getting up to write down my ideas is that I am already so warm and comfortably snuggled into my bed. And the problem with blogging at night is that once my kids head off to bed, my brain turns to ‘read mode.’ I am very much a night-owl, so I used to be able to do both, but now that I have to get up 5:30am to get my kids off to school, I turn into a pumpkin around 9ish.
Truth is, I am absolutely amazed at just how fast the days go. In theory, I should have time to clean the house, shower, blog, work on a project or two and still have time to spare before the family comes home. But I really don’t. I usually find myself rushing around at the last minute trying to put my stuff away and figure out something to make for dinner. If I am successful, I have my act together before anyone gets home, if I’m not, (which is more often the case) well, I am sure the other four members of the family are wondering the same thing as you: What on earth does she do all day?
Many moons ago, I enjoyed making crafts, but with three kids running around, there was not much free time for such things. Until last summer, it had been years since I had really picked up a project. You see, my very dear friend had a birthday coming up, and it just so happened that we were going to be back in Idaho for the occasion, and I wanted very much to make her something. I did not have time to make a cross-stitch picture, so I decided to learn how to crochet. I was a master at making chains (very, very long chains), but my skills ended there.
So after much snooping, I came upon a pattern for some slippers. Now that I think about it, I am not sure how many people actually want crochet slippers for their birthday, but that is what I made for her. I used all of my very limited skills to put together a pair of slippers that fell off her feet. But I had so much fun making them for her.
If fact, I had so much fun that after I finished her slippers, I made a pair for each of the kids. I even put little pom-pom’s on Catheryn’s to turn them into Tinkerbell slippers. When I ran out of people to make slippers for, I ventured into the world of granny squares. I made what felt like a million and a half squares and then crocheted them together into my very first afghan. Then I found a pattern for a Care Bear and I actually was somewhat successful at making Catheryn a Grumpy Bear for Christmas. Now I am making snowmen, just because they are cute. I have made toy nets and scarves for Care Bears and a snow hat for Nathan’s favorite CowCow. I have learned so many new things in the last few months.
And I have loved every minute of it. I had forgotten how therapeutic making things could be. How good it feels to make something with your own hands. How nice it is to give somebody a gift that you put your heart into. And to think, it all started with a pair of slippers for my favorite curly-haired friend…
Of course when the kids come home and ask what I did all day, I can’t very well tell them that I have been making them gifts for Christmas, so I just smile and say, ‘Ah, not much.’ And then we sit down to the meal that must have taken me all day to prepare…