K is singing to me from her crib that she isn’t sleepy. That though she’s got a little fever, she isn’t sleepy, that she wants out.
Her brothers are at a VBS right now, and I want to get things done. Like get those pull on pants I sewed yesterday to work better by adding another row of elastic, because they don’t stay up very well. Sewing means putting her into her enclosure so she doesn’t explore the ironing board, or pin cushion, or the boxes of who knows what in the half of the workshop that isn’t packed yet. I’m sure that would make her sing some blues, and not help her nap at all.
Why am I sewing in the middle of a move? I’m desperate for clothes, after trying to shop for attractive, affordable, modest clothing last week I decided this was what I had to do. And with 2/3 of my kids elsewhere these mornings this was the time.
Well…maybe when DH and I talked it out, I should have gone into more details about what it means to sew well fitting clothes…
I think I’ll let K out, and go to the library to pick up that book about organizing paper work and workshops. Maybe after the sunshine she’ll nap easier, or fall asleep in her stroller.
Then I’ll fix the elastic.