So I just submitted my monthly newspaper column and it was all about how I love to make things by hand. I expect the hate mail to start about 20 minutes after it publishes.
It's not that I think I'm better because I make my own yogurt. It's just that I really, really enjoy it. I enjoy sewing clothes. I enjoy knitting sweaters.
I'm a bit afraid I came off sounding like I'm awesome and you're not because I bake my own bread. (Not always! I swear!)
But really it's not because I think I'm better, it's because I'm 'frugal' and know that I can probably make something for much cheaper than I can buy it in the store.
At the moment I am actively avoiding my children. Or child. Sebastian is fine - he's building his new Lego Chima set and is actually a joy to play with. The younger child, however, is not taking naps anymore - and hasn't been - and is short-tempered and violent and hoo-boy do I ever want to ship her off to someone else's house. Or daycare. I really, really miss daycare.
The hardest thing about being home for the past few weeks has been that I don't have any time to myself anymore. It's back to constant companions and complete exhaustion when said companions are finally in bed. That's not good for my introverted soul.
I know, I know. Stop complaining you ungrateful woman. I fully admit that I am never satisfied. I missed them when I was at work and I missed being at work when I am at home. And that my friends, is the circle of the life of a mom. I'm about halfway done with my time before I have to go back to work. Chris is taking a few days off next week and we're going to get the kids out of the house. We'll probably go to the Meade County Fair - which, of course, is the biggest and best fair around. The kids will love it.
I guess I should get back to parenting and stop actively avoiding my children. Adele throws the blocks at my head if I don't play with her when she wants me to.