A nasty bug bit our family this week. It laid me out for a day, Ellen came out pretty unscathed, and Mike stayed home from work yesterday after fighting off his man-cold the best he could. He was a real champ though; even though he was sick, he went to JoAnns for me to pick up some sewing supplies I needed to finish projects for the craft show.
You’re wondering how the craft show went, right? Riiight. It went pretty well. I didn’t know what to expect, so I made a lot lot lot lotta lot of blankets and car organizers. Like, way more than I needed to. So um, if you need a baby blanket or a car organizer, I’m your gal. Just let me know. And here’s a link to my Etsy shop.
After all of the work I put into sewing for the show, I almost didn’t get to go. The night before, Ellen decided to wake up at 3…which meant I was up at 3…and then she wanted a nap at 7:30 and I had to be there at 9:15. I put her down for a bit, but had to wake her up to go. Taking her down the hallway to the elevator was the best 15 minutes of my life. Four, count them, 1, 2, 3, 4 on the ground, writhing tantrums before we hit the end of the hall. Then, I got to drive on thick sheets of ice and carry laundry baskets of sewn goods, food, a diaper bag, and a screaming toddler into the church. I was sweating like a nasty swine by the time I settled in.
And, I was all set to call my mom and complain about the whole thing and tell her how hard my life is and yada yada (and maybe I did a little bit), but then God put a thought in my head, as He is wont to do. I really think I would take my problems over anyone else’s on any given day. Just this month alone, I have heard of friends (close and Internet-wise) having miscarriages, very sick family members, houses broken into, deaths, and other horrible things. I am pretty blessed, you know.
Oh, and of course, that day reminded me of one of my favorite songs.
Yesterday morning, Ellen really wanted to build a “noman” outside. I really wanted to not go outside. So we compromised.
Yesterday was also the feast of St. Lucy. I had all of these grand plans to make braided sweet St. Lucy bread and surprise my family. But, we are leaving for MI on Saturday, and I am trying to clean out the fridge and not put new perishables in there. So, instead, we had toast with butter and cinnamon sugar. Catholic win?
Sidenote, I have no idea how to spell cinnamon…I spelled it so poorly that spell check changed it to carcinoma. We did not eat carcinoma toast.
Mike also watched Ellen last night while I went to browse B&N and clear my head. I picked up this book. Have you read anything by her? Thoughts?
So, by now I have watched Jen’s reality show. I am sure I loved it because I love gawking at other bloggers’ lives. But, it’s Thursday while I’m writing this, and I cannot tell a lie. I haven’t seen it just yet. Just trying to keep the post relevant, you know? Why don’t you go tell her what you thought?