Today has been one of those days. It shouldn't have been, it started out fine. Child one at school, child two at a rare morning of daycare. Free time for me.
And my free time was lovely, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I even pushed the boat out and brought two lattes in the one morning - what a splurge!
But then I picked child two up from daycare at lunch time and for whatever reason it went down hill from there. It began with me breaking my tooth and now having only half what was there originally, and it ended ten minutes ago with child one having a rare lapse and peeing her child seat on the way home from school. But not in my daggy old car that doesn't really matter. Oh no, in my husband's spick and span work car that he is very, VERY precious about. I'm surprised he even lets us mere mortals in his work car.
And there was a whole lot of boring crapola in between that didn't go my way. Pout.
So I'm supposed to be helping child one with her homework and instead, I'm stealing ten minutes to myself.
I find when the world all gets too much, like today - all I want to do is escape into my sewing room and shut the door. I don't want music, movies, distractions. I want to just put my head down, bum up and sew all afternoon. Those times are so few now. I love my family to pieces but I do find the older they get, the more they demand of my time. There are parties to go to, ballet lessons to drive to, netball lessons to attend. And I know it will only get worse.
Anyway. Big deep breath, happy face on. Tomorrow I'll try and unearth the digital camera from underneath the mountain of crap that it's hiding in and show you some quilt eye candy. Or Quilt Porn, if you're naughty. I'm not naughty, of course.