I "stumbled upon" across this website.
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30 March, 2007
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April Desktop Art
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Wait time is subjective
The last two mornings have been spent doing required maintenance and repair to my mini-van.
Monday morning's repair was on the tire. Apparently I've been driving around with two huge nails in my tire. Not quite sure how ONE, much less TWO nails got plunged into my tire, but alas, they were there. And it was by chance that Randy happened to notice that my tire was going flat. Otherwise, I would have never noticed, because... well, because car maintenance/inspection is just not my thing.
So, first thing Monday morning, after dropping Elisan off to school, I stopped by the closest tire store, only to be told, I'd have to travel to the next town to get the tire I needed. I arrived - 20 minutes later - AND, having passed two different tire stores along the way... only to be 5th in line!! I was FIRST in line at the other store... GRRR! So, Kyla Mae and I waited for about 1 hour.
Let me just say, that the toilets in a tire repair shop are gross. As if you didn't already know that.
So, $200.00 later, we were on our way. I called Randy to give him the damage report and he commented that an hour wait was not too bad. (Uh, huh...)
So, today was the Honda dealership for scheduled maintenance and an oil change. I got there promptly at 8:00 a.m. and was seen right away. It wasn't until I went inside that I realized that I was one of about 8 people in the waiting area. Yippee!
Luckily for me, the Honda place has it all figured out. They have a play area for the kids, complete with a television, bean bags and toys. Whoohoo! Score. And, gourmet coffee in the waiting room. Yet, after about 45 minutes, KM was complaining that she was tired, hungry and wanted to go home. The complaining lasted until it was time to go - about an hour later.
So, again, I called Randy to give him the final report and he asked how long I had to wait and I told him 1 hour and 45 minutes and he said, again... "that's not too bad".
I scoffed and he said, "Well, when I go to do that kind of stuff on the weekend, I usually have to wait longer."
I then said, "Yeah, but you don't have KM with you. Next time, you can take KM with you and you tell me if you think 1 hour and 45 minutes is a long time."
Ahem.
Monday morning's repair was on the tire. Apparently I've been driving around with two huge nails in my tire. Not quite sure how ONE, much less TWO nails got plunged into my tire, but alas, they were there. And it was by chance that Randy happened to notice that my tire was going flat. Otherwise, I would have never noticed, because... well, because car maintenance/inspection is just not my thing.
So, first thing Monday morning, after dropping Elisan off to school, I stopped by the closest tire store, only to be told, I'd have to travel to the next town to get the tire I needed. I arrived - 20 minutes later - AND, having passed two different tire stores along the way... only to be 5th in line!! I was FIRST in line at the other store... GRRR! So, Kyla Mae and I waited for about 1 hour.
Let me just say, that the toilets in a tire repair shop are gross. As if you didn't already know that.
So, $200.00 later, we were on our way. I called Randy to give him the damage report and he commented that an hour wait was not too bad. (Uh, huh...)
So, today was the Honda dealership for scheduled maintenance and an oil change. I got there promptly at 8:00 a.m. and was seen right away. It wasn't until I went inside that I realized that I was one of about 8 people in the waiting area. Yippee!
Luckily for me, the Honda place has it all figured out. They have a play area for the kids, complete with a television, bean bags and toys. Whoohoo! Score. And, gourmet coffee in the waiting room. Yet, after about 45 minutes, KM was complaining that she was tired, hungry and wanted to go home. The complaining lasted until it was time to go - about an hour later.
So, again, I called Randy to give him the final report and he asked how long I had to wait and I told him 1 hour and 45 minutes and he said, again... "that's not too bad".
I scoffed and he said, "Well, when I go to do that kind of stuff on the weekend, I usually have to wait longer."
I then said, "Yeah, but you don't have KM with you. Next time, you can take KM with you and you tell me if you think 1 hour and 45 minutes is a long time."
Ahem.
22 March, 2007
I love this store!
I visited Hannah D's yesterday for the first time and OH MY GOODNESS! I love that store!
They have a website, but it doesn't do this store justice! You have to see it to believe it.
The girls and I walked in and it was like eye-candy overload. We all just went ga-ga over all of the pretties.
If there is a Hannah D's near you. Go.
Go now.
No, seriously. Now.
They have a website, but it doesn't do this store justice! You have to see it to believe it.
The girls and I walked in and it was like eye-candy overload. We all just went ga-ga over all of the pretties.
If there is a Hannah D's near you. Go.
Go now.
No, seriously. Now.
21 March, 2007
Bonnie
There's a woman that lives next door to us. Her name is Bonnie.
Bonnie is a person that is considered to have a special need.
Bonnie lives with her parents and probably always will. Bonnie doesn't drive, but she does have a job. She works at the local grocery store.
Bonnie will likely never get married or have children, but she loves children and children love her.
Bonnie is always happy, very talkative and never meets a stranger.
Bonnie is my age.
The reason why I am writing about Bonnie is because every time I am around her I am struck at how different we are, yet realize that we could be very alike. Because of her special need, she is different and her life has taken a different path. And yet, she is the happiest, friendliest person you will ever meet. You cannot help but love her.
And I say this with all sincerity. We do love Bonnie. My girls love Bonnie. And everytime we go to the local market, we go looking for Bonnie because we have to say hello and the girls have to give her a big hug.
There are days when I'm outside watching my girls interact with Bonnie on the other side of the fence and I realize how blessed I am. How blessed my girls are. We are healthy and fully functioning members of society. Yet, how often do we complain? A lot. More so than you will ever hear Bonnie complain.
We're blessed to have Bonnie in our lives. And if for nothing else, but as a quiet reminder that we can be (or better yet, should be) happy in the smallest of things... in the simpliest of activities... in the kindest of gestures - a wave, a smile and hug.
Bonnie is a person that is considered to have a special need.
Bonnie lives with her parents and probably always will. Bonnie doesn't drive, but she does have a job. She works at the local grocery store.
Bonnie will likely never get married or have children, but she loves children and children love her.
Bonnie is always happy, very talkative and never meets a stranger.
Bonnie is my age.
The reason why I am writing about Bonnie is because every time I am around her I am struck at how different we are, yet realize that we could be very alike. Because of her special need, she is different and her life has taken a different path. And yet, she is the happiest, friendliest person you will ever meet. You cannot help but love her.
And I say this with all sincerity. We do love Bonnie. My girls love Bonnie. And everytime we go to the local market, we go looking for Bonnie because we have to say hello and the girls have to give her a big hug.
There are days when I'm outside watching my girls interact with Bonnie on the other side of the fence and I realize how blessed I am. How blessed my girls are. We are healthy and fully functioning members of society. Yet, how often do we complain? A lot. More so than you will ever hear Bonnie complain.
We're blessed to have Bonnie in our lives. And if for nothing else, but as a quiet reminder that we can be (or better yet, should be) happy in the smallest of things... in the simpliest of activities... in the kindest of gestures - a wave, a smile and hug.
20 March, 2007
Oh, so that's how they do it!
Here's a quick illustration on how to make those super cute corker grosgrain ribbons. It's so super easy to do!
Whatcha need:
Whatcha do:
Great for decorations, hairbows, presents, etc.
Now, go forth and cork!
Whatcha need:
- skinny wooden dowel rods (can be purchased in pks of 12 at craft stores)
- wooden clothes pins
- 1/4 inch grosgrain ribbon
Whatcha do:- Preheat oven to 250 degrees (trust me on this!)
- Wrap each dowel rod with ribbon, careful not to overlap
- Secure each end with a clothes pin
- Lay out wrapped dowel rods onto aluminum foil and place in preheated oven.
- "Bake" for 30 minutes
- Remove from oven - careful, it's hot!
- Unfurl ribbons and wha-la! Corker ribbons!
Great for decorations, hairbows, presents, etc.
Now, go forth and cork!
19 March, 2007
It could happen to you
Growing up as a kid, I remember my brother and I getting a kick out of my mom's uncontrollable flatulence. She'd walk down the hallway and it would sound like rapid fire with every quick step she made.
We'd snicker and giggle at her expense and I remember times when she'd say... "You just wait 'til you have kids."
I didn't know if she meant that I should wait until I have kids to 1.) make fun of me; or 2.) destroy my body's ability to function properly.
Now, I know she was referring to #2.
Lately, I've been experiencing unexpected and uncontrollable... let's just say... well, you know... THAT! What I described above.... you know....
I mean, I'm not THAT old! I'm only 34! What gives?
She wasn't kidding when she said that one day, I'll get mine. That day has arrived.
So, if you hear me coming down the hallway, just look the other way. I seriously can't help it. Really.
And, if I act as if nothing happened... seriously, you should too.
And if you dare laugh at me for exposing my weakness on the internet for all to read... just wait... you're day is a comin'.
We'd snicker and giggle at her expense and I remember times when she'd say... "You just wait 'til you have kids."
I didn't know if she meant that I should wait until I have kids to 1.) make fun of me; or 2.) destroy my body's ability to function properly.
Now, I know she was referring to #2.
Lately, I've been experiencing unexpected and uncontrollable... let's just say... well, you know... THAT! What I described above.... you know....
I mean, I'm not THAT old! I'm only 34! What gives?
She wasn't kidding when she said that one day, I'll get mine. That day has arrived.
So, if you hear me coming down the hallway, just look the other way. I seriously can't help it. Really.
And, if I act as if nothing happened... seriously, you should too.
And if you dare laugh at me for exposing my weakness on the internet for all to read... just wait... you're day is a comin'.
18 March, 2007
And the winner is...
And the winner is Suzie Sews! Suzie wins 20 Custom Easter Cards. Suzie, I'll shoot you an email!
Thanks for participating!
Erica
16 March, 2007
Flush Issues
Today, as I was emptying the trash I noticed a scent in the trash can that was reminiscent of dirty diaper smells... and since everyone in the house is potty trained, I was taken aback.
After doing a brief (and let me reiterate! brief!) inspection of the trash, I noticed wadded up toilet paper in the trash can that was used for wiping... um,... (well, there's really no polite way to say this...) poop!
I knew who the culprit was and it was none other than Elisan. See... we've had this problem in the past. She has flush issues.
Apparently at her school, the septic system is so old and cantankerous that the toilet overflows at least once a day. I know this because Elisan comes home and tells me. And because of this the teachers brainwash... um... I mean, instill into their little brains that they should not use too much toilet paper or else it will overflow the toilet.
So, in effort to not have the overflowing effect, Elisan has been putting her used up poop paper in the trash can, even here, at home... where we have a great septic system with nary an overflow. I noticed this a while back and 'thought' I had nipped it in the bud, but apparently I did not.
Since she's been wiping herself I don't stand over her to monitor the toilet paper usage, but I'm assuming she's using a lot. To which, hey... use what you need. Who I am to stand in the way of cleanliness? It's next to godliness, right?
So, perhaps today, after coaxing her and coddling her fears of toilet overflow, I think that now, I have nipped it in the bud.
P.S. Is this my second post in two weeks about toilet paper and poop? Oh, yes... it is. Oh well... stay tuned... more poop talk coming soon.
After doing a brief (and let me reiterate! brief!) inspection of the trash, I noticed wadded up toilet paper in the trash can that was used for wiping... um,... (well, there's really no polite way to say this...) poop!
I knew who the culprit was and it was none other than Elisan. See... we've had this problem in the past. She has flush issues.
Apparently at her school, the septic system is so old and cantankerous that the toilet overflows at least once a day. I know this because Elisan comes home and tells me. And because of this the teachers brainwash... um... I mean, instill into their little brains that they should not use too much toilet paper or else it will overflow the toilet.
So, in effort to not have the overflowing effect, Elisan has been putting her used up poop paper in the trash can, even here, at home... where we have a great septic system with nary an overflow. I noticed this a while back and 'thought' I had nipped it in the bud, but apparently I did not.
Since she's been wiping herself I don't stand over her to monitor the toilet paper usage, but I'm assuming she's using a lot. To which, hey... use what you need. Who I am to stand in the way of cleanliness? It's next to godliness, right?
So, perhaps today, after coaxing her and coddling her fears of toilet overflow, I think that now, I have nipped it in the bud.
P.S. Is this my second post in two weeks about toilet paper and poop? Oh, yes... it is. Oh well... stay tuned... more poop talk coming soon.
Suburbia in the middle of farmland
One of the reasons why we bought this house, was because of the pasture that is literally an extension of our backyard. The only thing separating us from the cows is that barbed wired fence. 'Tis true about Texas - there's a cow in every pasture, even in the midst of suburbia.15 March, 2007
My Local Goodwill
I love Goodwill. Within a 20 mile radius of my home, there are 5 Goodwills (and at least another two if you add 5 miles to the radius!)
I've found so many treasures there and truly, it is one of my favorite places to shop. I'd even venture to say, that at least 1/2 of the girls' clothing is from Goodwill. So, there. I've made my point, I love Goodwill.
So, imagine my surprise (of late) when I began noticing small increases in prices at the Goodwill in my town. It started off hardly even detectable, but then it became out and out blatant!
So much so, that the Target leftovers, that our local Target donates to Goodwill, were marked HIGHER at Goodwill, than what Target was selling them for in their dollar bin! Can you believe it? And in most cases, the red Target tag was still clearly visible on the item showing the super reduced Target price. Logic tells me, that if Target can't sell it for $1.49, the Goodwill ain't gonna sell it for $1.99. Righto?
The clothing has been pretty much standardized pricing across the board... but I've noticed that Goodwill 'reserves the right' to place a "boutique" price tag on (used) clothing when a brand name clothing item is donated. I've seen boutique prices on Gymboree clothing, even if it had a stain or was faded beyond recognition.
Our Goodwill is under new management and all of these price increases have come under this new woman's management. And every time I go in there, I see the same ol' stuff just sitting there, week after week. I've just about stopped going to that one all together since I have not been able to find a deal there. I imagine she sits in her office all day long surfing eBay to see what this stuff goes for online. But, the difference is, that if I wanted to buy it off eBay, I would!
And finally, one more story that is worth telling about price gouging at GW. I saw a pair of actual Crocs shoes priced at $19.99. You can buy them new for $29.00 at most department stores and you can even buy them for $19.99 at the outlet mall in the next town. Yes, I thought that was high for a pair of rubber shoes. But, that's not the best part. The best part, was that right next the pair of Crocs, was the Wal-Mart brand of moc-crocs for $19.99 as well! You can buy them new at WM for less than $9.00.
So, as you can imagine, I'm heartbroken that my local Goodwill would rather hurt the community than help it. I think I'll take my next round of Goodwill donations to the neighboring town's Goodwill. At least there, they don't price gouge.
I've found so many treasures there and truly, it is one of my favorite places to shop. I'd even venture to say, that at least 1/2 of the girls' clothing is from Goodwill. So, there. I've made my point, I love Goodwill.
So, imagine my surprise (of late) when I began noticing small increases in prices at the Goodwill in my town. It started off hardly even detectable, but then it became out and out blatant!
So much so, that the Target leftovers, that our local Target donates to Goodwill, were marked HIGHER at Goodwill, than what Target was selling them for in their dollar bin! Can you believe it? And in most cases, the red Target tag was still clearly visible on the item showing the super reduced Target price. Logic tells me, that if Target can't sell it for $1.49, the Goodwill ain't gonna sell it for $1.99. Righto?
The clothing has been pretty much standardized pricing across the board... but I've noticed that Goodwill 'reserves the right' to place a "boutique" price tag on (used) clothing when a brand name clothing item is donated. I've seen boutique prices on Gymboree clothing, even if it had a stain or was faded beyond recognition.
Our Goodwill is under new management and all of these price increases have come under this new woman's management. And every time I go in there, I see the same ol' stuff just sitting there, week after week. I've just about stopped going to that one all together since I have not been able to find a deal there. I imagine she sits in her office all day long surfing eBay to see what this stuff goes for online. But, the difference is, that if I wanted to buy it off eBay, I would!
And finally, one more story that is worth telling about price gouging at GW. I saw a pair of actual Crocs shoes priced at $19.99. You can buy them new for $29.00 at most department stores and you can even buy them for $19.99 at the outlet mall in the next town. Yes, I thought that was high for a pair of rubber shoes. But, that's not the best part. The best part, was that right next the pair of Crocs, was the Wal-Mart brand of moc-crocs for $19.99 as well! You can buy them new at WM for less than $9.00.
So, as you can imagine, I'm heartbroken that my local Goodwill would rather hurt the community than help it. I think I'll take my next round of Goodwill donations to the neighboring town's Goodwill. At least there, they don't price gouge.
14 March, 2007
Easter Freebie!
I'm joining the ranks of the blog give-aways! (I know, it's a shameless attempt at drawing traffic to my blog...AHEM!) But here goes!
The FREEBIE is for 20 Easter (or Spring)
Photo Cards!
Put your family photo on there, the kids or even the grandkids!
Put your neighbor's kids on there... I don't care!
This freebie comes with envelopes.Leave a comment on this entry to enter.
Drawing will be held on Sunday, March 18th at 6:00 p.m. CST
and results will be posted on Monday, March 19th.
Have fun! Tell your bloggity friends!
13 March, 2007
The Break we've all needed
Blog entries about Spring Break are abounding and well, I'm no different.Spring Break couldn't have come at a better time, what with the time change and all. At least we'll have a week to adjust to the new time. For that, I'm a grateful.
Outside the birds are chirping, the cows are in the pasture and the sky is cloudless. What a splendid morning. Now, if I only didn't have that pesky dentist appointment this morning, it would be the beginnings of a perfect day.
This week, I vow to have fun, not spend an inordinate amount of time on the computer, to play outside whenever I am asked to and to take my girls to the Dollar Tree to spend some saved up money. I'm also going to throw in a playdate (or two) in there and a Mommy's Night Out of shopping and ice cream with my best friend from Houston.
Happy Spring Break!
10 March, 2007
09 March, 2007
Kids R Gross
We all know kids are gross and I'm about to give you another reason!
Yesterday, I brought KM to McD's to eat lunch. We usually go to McD's on Thursdays because I volunteer at the church on Thursdays and we have to grab a quick lunch before we pick up Elisan from school.
This day was no different from the other zillion times I've been to McD's. So... KM finishes up her lunch (or, she eats all that she is going to eat - which is next to nothing) and she heads over to the indoor playscape. She's playing and having a ball.
As I'm surveying the other kids, I see this one little girl in particular. She was wearing a bright sundress and underneathe her dress, I could see what appeared to be part of her diaper hanging down. My first instinct was... 'Wow, she's still in diapers?' because this girl looked to be the same age as KM. But, whatever...
So, the next time I see her, she coming down the slide. Leg up and out and I notice her diaper is deteriorating fast. She scrambles off the slide and climbs back up the playscape.
By this time, I'm watching for her. She comes back down the slide and as she gets off the slide, she takes a few hops and lo and behold... diaper filling and gel bits go flying about all over the (already nasty) floor.
Totally oblivious, as well she should be, she's a preschooler... she goes on about her play.
Meanwhile, kids are running through the gel bits and filling and at one point a small toddler began to crawl through the muck.
Thankfully! Thankfully, KM was in a totally different area when the diaper exploded and much to her chagrin, I told her it was time to go.
About the same time, mom of said preschooler, began collecting their things to leave as well. And she was totally oblivious to what had happened. So much so, that she left with the little girl on her hip and proceeded to buckle her into her carseat.
As she was leaving, I was thinking to myself that once the little girl stopped playing and was finally settled into her carseat, she would decide to relieve herself in the vehicle.
My guess is that she did. And, my guess is that mom finally realized the diaper had disintegrated.
Potty training, anyone?
08 March, 2007
Big Spender
It's no secret that I'm a thrifty kind of girl. Oh, alright - tight... cheap... whatever! And, it's also no secret that I love H.E.B.
Put those two together and what do you have? H.E.B. brand toilet paper.
Don't get me wrong, it's not great, but it's not bad. It's what I buy and my family is accustomed to it and I haven't heard any complaints about it from them.
Rewind to yesterday. We were needing toilet paper in a baaad way, so yesterday at Target I made a bee-line to the t.p. aisle to get some necessary supplies.
I went straight to the Target brand, because... well, because you know why... I'm cheap. It's toilet paper, made for the toilet. Haven't you heard the old saying, "it's just like throwing money down the toilet"? Well, there ya go.
Ahem.
Anyway, so as I'm checking out Target's brand, I notice that it a little skimpy and does not look soft and fluffy. Yeah, I don't think so... not on my bum!
So, I turn around and what do I see? (Insert angelic choir...) Charmin Plus Bathroom Tissue - With Aloe & E! I had forgotten about the soft fluffy Charmin paper. So, ya know what? I splurged and bought the fancy t.p.
Fast forward to this morning...
As I'm walking up the stairs, I see E is finishing up some morning business and in a very excited voice she exclaims, "Mommy! I love this toilet paper. It makes the poop come off easier!"
So, there you have it folks. Not only is Charmin the softest toilet paper around, it makes the poop come off easier.
Put those two together and what do you have? H.E.B. brand toilet paper.
Don't get me wrong, it's not great, but it's not bad. It's what I buy and my family is accustomed to it and I haven't heard any complaints about it from them.
Rewind to yesterday. We were needing toilet paper in a baaad way, so yesterday at Target I made a bee-line to the t.p. aisle to get some necessary supplies.
I went straight to the Target brand, because... well, because you know why... I'm cheap. It's toilet paper, made for the toilet. Haven't you heard the old saying, "it's just like throwing money down the toilet"? Well, there ya go.
Ahem.
Anyway, so as I'm checking out Target's brand, I notice that it a little skimpy and does not look soft and fluffy. Yeah, I don't think so... not on my bum!
So, I turn around and what do I see? (Insert angelic choir...) Charmin Plus Bathroom Tissue - With Aloe & E! I had forgotten about the soft fluffy Charmin paper. So, ya know what? I splurged and bought the fancy t.p.
Fast forward to this morning...
As I'm walking up the stairs, I see E is finishing up some morning business and in a very excited voice she exclaims, "Mommy! I love this toilet paper. It makes the poop come off easier!"
So, there you have it folks. Not only is Charmin the softest toilet paper around, it makes the poop come off easier.
07 March, 2007
06 March, 2007
The difference is like night and day
Why is it so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that two same sex kids...conceived by the same two parents...nurtured and reared in the same manner... can be so extremely different in so many ways?
Not only to KM and Elisan look differently, but they act differently, play differently, eat differently, talk differently, learn differently and even love differently. How can this be?
Okay, I'm not THAT blonde... but seriously, I figured that hey... having two girls - they'll at least look alike. Nope.
And the sad thing about it is, that I'm still dumb-founded by their distinct differences every day.
But because of this, I've noticed I treat them differently. Because Elisan is so intentional and sensitive, I find myself seeking out items that I know she will love and be proud to have. Like a glittery shirt, or a new accessory or a new game. KM is happy with a piece of candy or a juice box.
Maybe it's the age of the girls that I find myself catering more to Elisan's needs/desires - because she is older and appreciates it more... or maybe it's just as I described above... that I have to feed her emotional well-being. Who knows?
I'm glad my girls are so different, but I need to begin to recognize - no, celebrate - their differences and not be so hung up on comparing the two. Elisan is Elisan and Kyla Mae is Kyla Mae. The are different. They are beautiful. And they are mine.
Not only to KM and Elisan look differently, but they act differently, play differently, eat differently, talk differently, learn differently and even love differently. How can this be?
Okay, I'm not THAT blonde... but seriously, I figured that hey... having two girls - they'll at least look alike. Nope.
And the sad thing about it is, that I'm still dumb-founded by their distinct differences every day.
- Elisan is contemplative and intentional. KM is random and spontaneous.
- Elisan has concentration levels that can surpass that of an adult. KM? Not so much.
- Elisan is sensitive. KM is not.
But because of this, I've noticed I treat them differently. Because Elisan is so intentional and sensitive, I find myself seeking out items that I know she will love and be proud to have. Like a glittery shirt, or a new accessory or a new game. KM is happy with a piece of candy or a juice box.
Maybe it's the age of the girls that I find myself catering more to Elisan's needs/desires - because she is older and appreciates it more... or maybe it's just as I described above... that I have to feed her emotional well-being. Who knows?
I'm glad my girls are so different, but I need to begin to recognize - no, celebrate - their differences and not be so hung up on comparing the two. Elisan is Elisan and Kyla Mae is Kyla Mae. The are different. They are beautiful. And they are mine.
01 March, 2007
Guilty Pleasure
Nope. My guilty pleasure is not in some kind of delectable chocolate truffle. Nor is it shopping... although, I must admit, I do love to shop.
My guilty pleasure is not soaking in a long hot bath, reading a magazine cover to cover. And, it's not getting a much needed pedicure.
Nope. None of that... although, that all sounds pretty nice.
My guilty pleasure is stealing away in my craft room for an hour in the afternoon. And why is that? Why do I feel guilt?
I don't know... perhaps it's the dirty floors that need to be swept, or the laundry that needs to be finished up and put away. I don't know... but more and more, I feel 100% guilt ridden when I sit down at my table with a craft idea in mind.
That totally bugs me too. I want to be able to be creative, do something creative, do something for me... And you know, the only time I don't feel guilty... is when I'm doing something for the girls - like making hairbows, bracelets or pillows, etc. Because that's for THEM. But, when it comes to me doing something for me? Forget that.
Sheesh. How did it come to this? Am I the only one who feels this way, or am I just totally losing touch with reality? Is it possible to steal away an hour, in the waking hours of the day, taking time from my kids without feeling guilty? Anyone?
My guilty pleasure is not soaking in a long hot bath, reading a magazine cover to cover. And, it's not getting a much needed pedicure.
Nope. None of that... although, that all sounds pretty nice.
My guilty pleasure is stealing away in my craft room for an hour in the afternoon. And why is that? Why do I feel guilt?
I don't know... perhaps it's the dirty floors that need to be swept, or the laundry that needs to be finished up and put away. I don't know... but more and more, I feel 100% guilt ridden when I sit down at my table with a craft idea in mind.
That totally bugs me too. I want to be able to be creative, do something creative, do something for me... And you know, the only time I don't feel guilty... is when I'm doing something for the girls - like making hairbows, bracelets or pillows, etc. Because that's for THEM. But, when it comes to me doing something for me? Forget that.
Sheesh. How did it come to this? Am I the only one who feels this way, or am I just totally losing touch with reality? Is it possible to steal away an hour, in the waking hours of the day, taking time from my kids without feeling guilty? Anyone?
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