Friday the 13th
Friday the 13th and I do not get along… and whenever possible I try not to leave the house on those days. Strange things just seem to happen to me on those particular days and I prefer not to tempt fate.
So here I am… sitting and typing while Noah is peacefully snoring next to me on the sofa. It’s nap time and for once this week both kids are sleeping at the same time. I should be downstairs cutting fabric for some new ready to ship pillows, but the bug to write bit me instead. I feel like I have been neglecting this little blog these past few months and am hoping that I can and will change that over the next few weeks. I think I’ve come to the realization that if I want to craft, sew, and write more, then I need to get back to following my weekly cleaning schedule… not that it would have helped much this week since I spent part of the morning cleaning another mess out of the master bath… but I’m okay with that!!!
Maybe it’s the weather, but I’m in a bit of a funk right now… I have all of these thoughts and ideas for the shop running through my mind, but don’t get as much time to work on creating as I would like. I try not to sew or “work” while the kids are awake, so that really limits the amount of time that I have available. I know that I have been neglecting this blog and haven’t been writing as much as I want to, but lately I just can’t seem to find the words to articulate what it is that I want to say… and so when I do post it is usually about shop updates and the occasional post about Noah or Abby.
Three months have passed and I still have good and bad days, but not a day passes where I don’t think about what has happened. I try to occupy myself so that I don’t have much time to think about anything else and am doing a pretty good job of it too, but it’s always there and it doesn’t take much to trigger the thought. At those moments I can’t help it and I find myself making mental comparisons… three months have passed and while the pain is no longer as strong now as it was then, it still hurts. Most days I acknowledge the hurt for what it is and move on… others though… today is one of those days. It seems that no matter what I do, no matter how much I clean, or sort, or put away, I can’t stop thinking.
I should be sewing right now… it helps keep my mind busy… but I chose to write instead.