Tonight after putting the little one in bed I decided on what I would do for my "mommy time". So here I sit, my Betty Crocker brownies, delicious Madeline Tosh yarn, and Julie & Julia. It's just a lot of Mom and the little guy these days. I'm much more efficient than I was when he first came home. We have a loose schedule and in that schedule is always some mommy time. I'm a firm believer that if you take care of yourself that you can take care of them better than if you didn't. Since Daddy is busy with work I'm doing it all and all the time. This is a lot for one person and if I didn't do things I enjoy like knitting I'd burn out for sure.
Speaking of knitting, after a brief sabbatical, I'm back and working on the little one's blanket. This is my year of fearless knitting! I've decided that I'm not going to shy away from hard patterns or patterns that intimidate me just for the amount of knitting involved. In the last few weeks I've started back on my first sweater. I've busted through some of my yarn stash with a fun scarf. As I mentioned before I pulled out the baby blanket for my 5 month old. I started that bad boy during pregnancy - no judging! I am truly an ADD knitter. I can put a project into the naughty bag and let it hibernate for months. This sadly is how I am on several things in life.
This week I've finally started fixing the hot mess of an old desk we've been using as a side table. On our first assignment we lived in this 1,000 sq ft apartment near the beach. It was white. When I say it was white, it was white. There wasn't even builders' beige to live with. So after over watering a plant and ending up with a water ring on said desk I painted it. I painted it bright green and loved it. And then we moved. I was not as big of a fan of the color in the next house. Then we moved again. Needless to say I was over the green. What did I do? I bought stripper and started a new adventure. I brought the desk out, put the chemical on and waited for it to bubble and the paint to fall off with ease. HA! I do have to say that it worked well some places and less in others. I tried again and still no amazing results. I wanted to restore this sweet little desk to it's glory. No dice. I was frustrated and needed a break, so I wiped it down and decided to use it for a week or two while I regrouped. Now, around 2 years later I pulled out this still partially green desk while the little guys was asleep for a nap and sanded it. It still has flecks of green, which are permanently soaked in the wood, but I'm viewing it as added character. On another day I stained it. Maybe next week I'll put on the clear coat. I'm not putting it back where I'm using it since you know what happened last time I did that.
Needless to say I'm not a finisher when left to my own devices with home projects. This is why I married my husband. Together we are yin and yang. I'm the OCD, have several projects going or draw it out because I need it to be perfect and he's the one project at a time, doesn't have to be perfect kind of guy. He doesn't understand my knitting habit. Why would one ever have 5 projects going at once? My reason? I get bored or frustrated and rather than hurry through and make mistakes (which will bug the ever living daylights out of me every time I saw it) I will put it away until I'm excited to work on it again or at least not angry. Now the hubs is no slob. He does wonderful work around the house, but if there is a small hiccup he doesn't obsess about it. We stretch each other though. He knows I'm OCD and will make sure to slow down when he gets close to the end of a project so he doesn't make mistakes in the excitement of almost being done and I do honestly try to do not have projects lying about for long periods of time. He hates the mess. We're good for each other.
Well with all of this talk of getting things done and taking care of myself I have to admit it's time that I pick myself off the couch and get ready for bed. This momma has to get some sleep to make it happen all over again tomorrow. Good night all!
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