There has been a bit of radio silence on my part the last few days. On Thursday I came down with a horrible stomach virus (perhaps the same one the kids had two weekends ago?) and I’ve only recently begun to feel like an actual human being.
On Sunday (since I was finally able to pick myself up off the bathroom floor) Gabe and I took the kids to a park on the Hood Canal. It was overcast because of the fires in Eastern Washington but the view was still incredible and the breeze felt amazing. The kids enjoyed themselves, but I wish I had thought ahead and brought a spare change of clothes for them. I didn’t expect for the water to be so warm and they were itching to splash around. Normally I would have let them wade in and play in their clothes, but we were heading to dinner shortly afterwards and two small children sitting naked and shivering in a restaurant just wasn’t an option for us, go figure.
The photo of Sam holding onto a shell is one of my favorites. He claimed he could hear the ocean from inside the shell.
I haven’t done much knitting or reading this week. I’m still working on Inland and I finally caved and ordered my own copy of A Well Trained Mind. There is too much information in there for me to take in without being able to highlight to my heart’s content.
I don’t know why I felt the need to include so many photos of Eddie sitting in the bathroom. The lighting was really nice, and she seemed to be having a good time just sitting there. She looks adorable, even with multiple potties in the background. That’s right, we have multiple potties. Small potties, big potties, and a potty seat. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Our son will be potty trained by the end of the summer, even if it kills him (or us).
Fall is coming. I can feel it. The mornings are cooler, the days are shorter, and the leaves are just starting to turn. I know I’ll regret saying this come April, but I’m looking forward to cooler weather and rainy days. The heat is starting to get to me. I’m tired of putting on sunscreen. And sweating.
I finally picked up my Inland sweater last night and began knitting again. Turns out I needed to rip out more rows before being able to continue. Now I don’t even have enough stitches to divide for my sleeves. Sigh. Hopefully I can find time to knit this weekend to catch up to where I was earlier.
I suppose the last few photos require some explanation. That, my friends, is our “office.” I say “office,” with quotes because it’s really just the room where Gabe pays the bills and the rest of our crap is thrown when it doesn’t have a home anywhere else in this house. That is going to change. I need a space to call my own and Gabe needs office furniture that doesn’t include my old crafting table and cheap plastic bins. I didn’t include any photos of his side because really, he just needs a new desk and a few filing cabinets. Me, on the other hand…I need a brand new design. One that doesn’t involve piles of Tupperware bins filled with yarn, fabric and other craft supplies.
My space needs to serve multiple purposes: a place to knit, sew, blog, and create lesson plans. I also need space to store all my knitting, crafting, sewing and homeschooling paraphanelia. So, as you can see, I need a space that will be very multi-functional. The challenge is to meet all those needs in a very small room with a sloping ceiling and a chimney that comes up through the floor and into the ceiling.
Oh, and I want it to look purdy.
I think I may want this desk. It folds down on both sides, so I can expand it by opening both sides when I’m sewing and need a lot of table space or I can fold one side down and have a regular sized desk for my non-sewing activities.
Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas? I would love to hear them. How do you organize your creative spaces?
I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately. Our warm summer has resulted in a prolific garden, and while I’m grateful for the food, I just can’t keep up with it. Canning takes a lot of time. A. Lot. Time that I just don’t seem to have. Harvesting and watering can easily consume half of my morning, which means less time for cleaning, cooking, and laundry. Eddie learned to walk a few days ago and I had to completely reorganize the kitchen cabinets so that there wasn’t anything within her reach that could possibly maim or kill her. Sam is potty training and it’s proven to be quite the commitment for both of us. He spends a lot of time sitting in the bathroom and I spend a lot of time sitting in the bathroom with him. Bright side: we are reading more books than usual and that can’t ever be a bad thing. Also, my bathroom is spotless because almost every time Sam misses, (which is quite often) I clean the bathroom top to bottom.
On Thursday, Eddie took a nap and I prepared for my usual three hour scramble where I rush to get as much done as possible during her nap, all the while trying to keep Sam preoccupied and out of my way. Just as I was getting ready to lift myself off the couch, Sam looked at me and said “Hey, Mom, why don’t you sit here with me and knit? We can cuddle.”
Cuddle? My baby actually wants to cuddle with me?!
That did it. I threw my to do list out the window and I spent the entire afternoon sitting on the couch knitting and playing legos. I didn’t clean. I didn’t cook. I didn’t water or weed.
Man, did I need that. I can’t remember the last time I ignored my daily duties and just spent time with my kid(s). It started raining that afternoon, so watering would have been a waste of time anyway. It felt like it was meant to be. I think I need to make a point to do that more often. Let go. Relax. Build a lego tower with my son.
Later, as I was telling Gabe about my much needed day of laziness, he said: “At the end of the day, Sam had a moment with his mom that will inevitably become a good memory that he will hold onto for the rest of his life. Nobody is going to remember the cucumber that was never picked.”
He’s right, of course. But it’s not easy to sit and read a story for the millionth time or put a puzzle together or do anything really when there’s so much to do around the homestead.
Balance. This should be my new motto. Perhaps I should create a bumper sticker? Memories last forever. Cucumbers don’t.