Hi there. It's been a particularly shitastic week here. It included: a ride in the ambulance to the ER for David, a baby who wouldn't eat and wouldn't sleep more than 20 minutes at a time, a little boy who decided it was way too stressful here and freaked out for more than an hour in the yard complete with hitting and yelling and cursing, one house that became a total pigsty in the process and one mama who is just, well, stressed to the limit.
I am relieved that week is over.
I am looking forward to a bright shiny new week. Complete with a vaccuumed floor. (No time for mopping though. It's the little things right now.)
I got us all up early and trotted us off to the flea market before it turned to 90 degrees. (And yes, we did have snow earlier this week.)
I picked up:
some vintage patterns for Sammi (I am going to sew again, I am going to sew again);
a piece of mercury glass (new import I think);
a wonderful old soup tureen (?);
and a quilt. Oh yes, the quilts are still coming to me.
Those little squares are postage stamp sized, 1 inch square.
And every single bit of it is fabulous. It's already hanging on the living room wall.
Now I am off to try and clip a coupon or twelve while Sammi is sleeping.
And take a few deep breaths. Too much stress. Too much stress.