These days I have to force myself to call it a night. I just don't have enough hours in the day
to complete all the exciting new things I want to make. My head weighs a ton, if not more.
Still, as a mom and a wife, I know I cannot wiggle my way out of all of my responsbilities, and so I
yank myself out of the doll making world and head down to the bedroom, when I am struck with
the dreadful knowledge that I did not complete my tasks for the day, even though it is basically
did not check if the kids backpacks are in order for tomorrow, and of course they are not,
and so I find myself sharpening pencils, cleaning sticky stuff from books, roaming the house
very quietly, like a wild tribal dancer, to find those darn erasers that are never ever where they are
supposed to be, stepping on long lost lego parts, and always always managing to somehow step
on the poor kitty's tail, which is also never where it is supposed to be.
Then I brush my teeth and go to bed, not before I do the routine bed covers checkup,
which are, as you all must have guessed, also never where they should be.
I kiss sleeping kids, arrange the covers and toddle to bed.
But then, THEN, I just can not fall asleep, becuause my mind is also not where it is supposed to be.
Late at night, early in the morning, I lie in bed and compose letters to old friends, argue with
teachers who fail to see the magnifincent creatures that are my kids,
write long, thoughtful, meaningful blog posts and sew scandalously fabulous doll outfits,
plan blog post series, and quick, painless doll uploads.
And I knit and speak to my (I-do-not-snore) husband, who keeps calm and carries on, blissfully
unaware of the activity in my side of the bed.
I also make resolutions. Doesn't everyone?
It is just a shame, then, that those fabulous, life altering resolutions fade in the morning, when
the kids, the dog and the cat wake up and demand pieces of me.
Mr. Louie is usually hard at work by that time, in case you were wondering why he does not
make any demands. Because of course, as husbands do, he does.
Digressing, again. I am so good at that!
In the hazey blur that is my morning, I am lucky to remember the code to the car security lock.
I am lucky if I manage to wear matching socks and shoes, and usually I get as far as the car when I
realize I've left either the car keys, a child or my head, at home.
The wonderful, thoughtful, meaningful and engaging blog posts I craft so nonchalantly at night are
but a vague cloud of weird thoughts and ideas, by the time I get my act together and sit by the
And this, dear reader, is why my blog is a shamefull notion of a blog, and my posts are scattered all
over the place, and why I post more pics than I ought to.
The Lovely Miss January, pictured above, will be available tomorrow.
More details later today.