craftermath

You know how people keep going on about how we should simplify Christmas because they do too much and it's just too busy and crazy?  I'm not one of those people.  Keep everyone's expectations down, that's what I say!  So Christmas is always rockin'.

Although Christmas Eve was a little more hectic than usual.  Thing 3 is 9 months - already walking halfway across the room - and is only just now getting his two front teeth, but it's going so slowly the poor guy has back and blue gums and something called an eruption cyst.  Nice, huh?  So he was hysterical, and it was the saddest kind of hysterical you've ever seen.  Then out of the blue, the Dude got a crazy high temperature and was out like a light.  He was shaking and breathing hard, so the husband slept on the floor next to his bed to keep an eye on him.

THAT is the kind of crazy we have.  Thank heavens it was just us this Christmas.

Okay, I did one semi-intensive thing - I sewed the kids jammie pants like I do every year because they are easy enough that I can do one pair in less than 30 minutes (this tutorial is da bomb).  But yesterday WonderGirl started begging me to do an applique type thing with the extra material and a t-shirt.  Usually I'm pretty honest about my lack of ability, but she was seriously persuasive (read: big eyes) so I attempted it, and from a distance, it doesn't look like a blind person did it.  My sewing machine is not the dainty type so it spazzed out and tangled and broke thread over and over, but I managed it (plus a generous amount of Heat n' Bond) and am overly impressed with myself.  The poor machine was $50 and spazzes out because I treat it poorly, but in a pinch it attaches one thing to another and that's all I needs.

You know what needs to happen?  An instagram to blogger app.  You hear that, internets??  DOOO EEET.

gndfcj

OH HI, INTERNETS.  I DIDN"T SEE YOU THERE.

I missed the last day of NaBloPoMo because we were trekking it from CO to WI and then my in-laws were here for a week and we were in full ENJOY IT mode and now I have nothing to blog about.  Really.  <crickets>

I'm very honest about my mental state.  I take medication and will take it my entire life, but it's what keeps me going, and I'm at peace with that.  But there are just some times in life that the pills can't do the whole job.  When some random comment, encounter, or happening happens and I can't stop crying for two days because I CAN'T.  Mental illness is not kosher, people.  I can choose the big stuff - I can choose to keep myself from doing anything drastic, but I can't stop the tears.  Especially the ugly ones.  This displeases me.  For you non-mental illness folks, you should give all of us crazies a hug because somehow we function while an angry monkey that lives in our heads is bashing our brains in all the time.

In other news, WonderGirl had a friend over today who begged to play her violin, and then was so impressed by how she could pull the bow across the strings and make noise, she followed me around for what seemed like forEVER so I could witness how great she was.  Scratchy 1/4 sized violin E-string over and over and over and over and over.

Not cool.  Not cool.