Our front door says WELCOME, but some days I think I would rather put a DO NOT DISTURB
sign up instead. I had visions of sewing a few outfits for Aspen this weekend and maybe getting a few pages in my scrapbook completed. This was NOT how it turned out. Saturday morning started with a church basketball game (man, I miss playing competitive ball). For the rest of the afternoon I got to "watch kids" while we had the kids' father fix our roof and put our gutters back up after the ice and snow brought
them down this winter. 5 hours later, with not ONE stitch of sewing or pictures completed... but with repairs done, I was ready to reclaim my house and my SPACE. Aspen was too.
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My days getting away from me and/or not being my own is my number one complaint. Just ask my husband...
It seems like more days are getting away from me than I would like to admit, but hopefully when Brooklyn gets in school I'll be able to catch up?!?!
I hate the sound of the doorbell or little knocking hands before noon on Saturdays! I am not the kool-aid mom in our neighborhood :-)
I can't get anything done I have planned... what the...
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