Friday, March 23, 2012

If Mama's not Happy

I finally downloaded the blogger app on my iPod. One success in a day that was one unmitigated disaster. (I'm going to let you know right off the bat that this is a venting blog. The "if mama's not happy..." type.)
First off, I disciplinedly jumped out of bed at 4:30 this morning and drove off to the pool for my swim. I didn't hit the snooze or talk myself into the benefits of sleep outweighing exercise. Only, when I arrived at said pool, there was a note on the door that the pool was closed for maintenance. It didn't look to me like any maintenance was happening. I was kind of ticked off. They have both an email list of health club members and a fb page, so you'd think they could have gotten this news out somehow.
the purse
Anyway, I drove back home and went back to bed. And I didn't sleep well at all. I got up at 7:00 to restart on my day. As I was evaluating my day I realized that I could either focus on sewing or on school. I picked sewing because I had the birthday gifts to finish. Suffice it to say, I have felt guilty all day about this, because sewing went horribly. I should have just done school. (I should add that we did do science, geography and spelling just not piano and history.)
Bo Peep nightmare
I have had this awesome peasant skirt pattern forever, and I decided that today was going to be the day I was going to make it up. So, I got it all cut out, and then I got the machine set up. I decided to get the purses out of the way first. Nutshell version-random didn't work too well. I ended up with one purse-not two. Elsie likes it. Hopefully her cousin will too. Then I started the skirt. I literally spent hours this afternoon gathering. Yards and yards of seams. First skirt mistake was to sew the yoke on to the top tier upside down. I ripped it out, readjusted the gathers, and redid that seam. At about the 4th tier, I realized that this skirt's length wasn't adding up to the promised 38", and for that matter, the waist is pretty small too. I am the proud (that's sarcasm for you) creator of a short bohemian nightmare that only Little Bo Peep would wear. Big sigh. I had cut out the wrong version of the skirt. I wanted ankle length. I am getting just below the knee.
My niece came over for a play date, but I sent her home early because Elsie cried the whole time. She actually ended up taking a nap. Elsie and Ruth are besties, but today was not a good day for them.
To top it all off, Mr. Hippie is not home yet. And this does tick me off. I can never grasp why it takes less than 6 hours to get to this retreat, including two meal stops, but it always takes 9 hours to get home. The kids miss their dad. They are grumpy. I am grumpy. But I am a bit too irritated to miss him. I just want him home for some parenting relief. I have no idea how single parents do it! I'm done, and it's only been four days.
The best part of this day was that I didn't cook dinner. I loaded the troops into the van and we went to OG. There was no fighting over the bread sticks, everyone ate well, and we had dessert.

my bro posted this the other day when I was talking 
about trimming my race time.

 I guess it could always be worse. Thank God for small miracles.