What does it mean when I feel like I should explain myself for not having a bag online for Tuesday,(or wednesday) October the something-or-other?! I've already decided that I don't need to explain, but now I want to.
My foot hurts.
My arm hurts.
My back hurts.
My head feels tired.
Besides, the kids have appointments of various categories this week, and its distracting me.
And I've been working on some bags that I promised to make many, many months ago.
Back in the day when I had a little time, and my foot didn't hurt. Or my arm, or my back.
Or maybe they did hurt, and I just can't remember because my head feels so tired....
ps... a little editing for Wednesday, just to keep you coming back! (actually, I am liking the direction that this comment box is going, and I don't want to lose it by doing a separate post...)
So..... here's the thing.
er.... um..... The dog ate my pattern.....
The kids peed on my fabric.... (nope, its not Friday)...
Okay, the truth now. It's appointment and phone call and daycare maintenance week. Three appointments this week, all of which require driving to the city; one which requires phone calls to cancel daycare for a whole day. (more of that to follow on blunderview).
The exit of a few of my daycare kids, and the entry of a few newbies. Which requires phone calls, vacuuming, dish-washing, and other frenzied activities to make this place look more like a child-nurturing environment and less like the drop-off bin of your local Salvation Army store. (mmmmmmmmmmm...... thrift stores......) It requires some paperwork (yuck), some follow up phone calls, some interviews, some parting of the seas, and some slaying of giants. After that part, it will require some energy to make the kids feel welcome, safe, satiated, loved, nurtured... And all that other good stuff. Which usually makes me feel tired by the end of the day. Well, tired-er than usual.
And those are my excuses for Wednesday.
But I AM NOT QUITTING!
I AM SO NOT QUITTING!!
Just working out some kinks, is all.
Carry on, speak amongst yourselves. I am all ears.