As a new mother of three, I am willing to sacrifice all but ONE of the following in order to steal a little crafting time:
a) shower. clean hair and hairless armpits are superfluous in my line of work.
b) a clean house. sweeping is for the birds.
c) sleep. what a waste of 8 whole hours!
d) social interaction. who needs friends when I have Cammie Gene the Sewing Machine, and Mona the Dressform?
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This might surprise my college roommates, but the answer is b) a clean house. although I still feel like my home is constantly in disarray, I cannot just let it go. a messy house is way worse than greasy hair in my book. and lately people act like it’s a sin to sweep the floor! just let it go, they tell me. you’ve got too much to worry about they scold me. and yet? i feel like it’s my insurance. if the baby’s crying, and my kids are fighting AND i have a filthy house, i usually just snap and say and do things i regret. but if the world is in chaos and my floor is clean? i can cope with that. so i’ll continue to sweep, and maybe sacrifice a little bit of my precious down time straightening up because if you haven’t got a made bed, you’ve got a messy one. and that’s just depressing.
What are you willing/not willing to sacrifice in the name of craft?
ps sleep is probably true too, but luckily i have a husband with a flexible schedule that let’s me sleep in when i throw caution into the late-night wind.
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To be quite honest, i would sacrifice anything at the moment (sewing, my partner, a kidney) to get this bubby out of me, ahhhhhhh!!! Which reminds me, can we have a post on how darling harper is doing now, and you are doing with feeding etc?
Oh my word, I feel your pain. Those last few days are still fresh in my mind, and I just can’t help but think that the whole deal is just cruel joke on women. or maybe it’s brilliant. maybe we wouldn’t be willing to endure all the labor pain, unless we were astronomically uncomfortable. That’s probably not encouraging at all to you, but regardless, you have my deepest sympathies. hang in there, sister.