Why You Should Never Ask Mothers Of Young Children What They Do All Day

A brief glimpse into my glamorous life as a stay-at-home mom. More humorous in retrospect than it was at the time…

Yesterday afternoon I decided to hem a new pair of pants to better fit my short legs. While my 3-year-old son was busy eating lunch, I managed to get them pinned up without incident. By the time I was ready to sew, he was done eating, so I set him up with some fresh-out-the box colored pens & markers and a stack of paper. He was thrilled. I only needed 10 minutes to complete the job. Piece of Cake.

Attempt #1: I pressed the foot pedal to make the machine go. Instantly, there was a loud SNAP and the top half of the needle flew out & landed in my lap (I still have no idea what happened to the bottom half…). I’d seen my son under my sewing table the day before playing with the unplugged machine, but it never occurred to me to check to make sure he hadn’t loosened the screw that held the needle in place. Whoops.

Attempt #2: 30 minutes later, I finally located my spare sewing machine needle (after dejectedly sorting through about 1000 other varieties) at the bottom of a bin I hadn’t rifled through in years. I sat back down, inserted the needle into the machine, pressed the foot pedal, and…CRASH! I whipped around to discover that my son had managed to knock over a large picture frame (which I’d had propped against the wall until I could find the time to hang it up) shattering the glass.

Attempt #3: 20 minutes later, glass shards having been removed and the picture frame relocated, I sat back down again and pressed the foot pedal…’HELP!’ I turned my head to see that my son (who had decided he was done coloring) had somehow gotten his foot stuck in the back of the folding chair while trying to get down.

Attempt #4: 10 minutes later, after rescuing my son from his predicament and helping him locate all of the marker caps, I sat back down and pressed the foot pedal…and 10 minutes later I was done. Hooray! It may have taken me 7x longer than I’d planned to complete the job, but, hey, at least I accomplished something.

If Only I’d Listened…

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A little humor for your Monday morning. 3 days after it was officially declared ‘Spring’ here we woke up to freezing rain. Ugh! Wish I could cancel all my plans and spend the day coloring with my 3 year old… Hmm, maybe I will. I’ve got plenty of coffee & chocolate on hand. What else do I need?

Being an Introvert

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Ever have one of those days? This mug from @btotheword is so perfect! Back in college I was the ‘weird’ one who loved to spend whole Saturday afternoons reading books in the library, simply because I craved the silence. Now, I have my little spare bedroom/office/studio where I can happily disappear for hours & do introverty things.