Domestic Fail

, 8.17.2010

I had my niece who just turned 11 this past weekend, and I bought a sock monkey kit for her birthday. Lets go over my thought process. Hmm, sewing is a valuable skill. It's cheap, and can be easily be stopped/started. What should have been the first and only thought: I have no idea how to sew.

I did sew something a few months back. I went to the store, bought a needle and thread. Lost said needle somewhere in the parking lot. Went back to purchase a second needle. Got home, picked up that duvet and button and showed that button who was boss. Of course, in the morning, the button had managed to make it's way on the floor. Apparently, you have to make a knot or something outlandish on the thread somewhere. Still not clear on that.

So, you guessed it. I tried to teach Trista how to make a sock monkey and completely failed. I would put the needle through the fabric and pull all the way through. Then go back up, and pull all the way through. I finally surrendered my project to my mom. She weaved in and out through the fabric without ever pulling the needle through to the other side several times, THEN she pulled. Genius!

Some days I sit and daydream of putting on my skirt and apron and dusting the house while my well behaved children color quietly at the table. I pull my muffins out of the oven (that are perfectly healthy, of course) and join my children and sew Madeline a dress.

Then I snap back to reality.

In the time it took me to type this, Jack has ripped Madeline's painting we spent forty five minutes on this morning. Madeline has thrown a tantrum because of ripped painting. I have nursed Lincoln. Twice. And the lions have been caught on a jungle adventure (read: the cats that have recently started hating each other have been trapped in a box).

I wouldn't have it any other way.

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