I’m stuck. Not much sewing happening here lately.
Not for lack of ideas – I have SO many project plans. These two are the thorns in my creative side.
|Anna & Lucy – October 2011|
Lucy is crawling, teething and into everything. Everything is placed out of reach, but she still finds flotsam and jetsam to shove into her mouth. She pulls herself up and walks along the edge of the furniture, and climbs if she can. I have to watch her like a hawk. She trips, she falls, she chases the dog, she pokes herself in the eye and spills her water on the floor. All this can happen in the space of thirty seconds.
Anna just wants to play.
“Mummy, let’s play My Little Ponies! I’ll be Rainbow Dash, you be Pinky Pie.”
“Mummy, let’s play Lion King! I’ll be Simba, you can be Pumba.”
“Mummy, let’s play princesses! I’ll be Snow White, you can be Belle.”
All. Day. Long.
I want to be present. I want to play. I want to be with them. But sometimes it’s exhausting. And that’s before I even consider laundry, cooking, dishes and the other necessities of housekeeping.
I find myself wishing the time away. Dreaming of the day that they’ll both be at school. But then they won’t be little anymore and I stop wishing for it.
By 7.30pm, they are sleeping and I glance over at the sewing machine. Nope. Too tired.
And so I wait for my next chance. The to-do list grows ever longer.