When the sewing machine is off…

I’m showing my girls a picture of their daddy during his work days, just to see the way they giggle and squeal about him!  I know the feeling, ladies.

The house gets messy, messy, messy, and I take a shower to procrastinate picking up.

You may find me bashing my head against the wall, trying to find my happy place during a few tantrums.  Lenna sounds like a police siren when she whines.  Only louder.

My husband is probably preparing dinner.  Again.  Gee Rauland, let me slave over the hellish stove for once ;)

A dance party goes down in the family room, before realizing the floor-to-ceiling window is wide open.  If you’re envisioning something cute, close your eyes real tight and try again.  I’m a terrible dancer.  (TANGENT: I used to work as a seamstress for the dance department in college, and one day some dancers came in when a fellow employee and myself were groovin’.  I told them I was considering auditioning for the team and the dancers laughed really, really, awkwardly hard.  Luckily I really was kidding, or I might have cried.)