So… I can’t figure out if my day is really all that hard, or if I’m just a whiner.
First, I have figured out the problem, but I have had had serious trouble with the “simple” pattern from which I’m making four dresses for Audrey for Christmas. It’s not like I’ve never sewn before, either. That dumb thing is worded so confusingly… and I’m 3/8 yd short of fabric for all the dresses because on the back of the pattern (where they list the fabric & notions, etc., needed for each view), part of what I needed was listed separately. It has taken me four days of poring over the pattern, the instructions, calling the toll-free number for Simplicity… Ugh. All of that equals late nights — really late nights — that have been spectacularly unproductive and frustrating. And, for one of the dresses, I’m going to have to endlessly seam-rip, which is so not my favorite, and I’m going to have to go back to the fabric store for more fabric. Hmph.
So, I’m just tired. Really tired. I don’t know how to make Christmas presents, nurse a baby 2+ times at night, and get adequate sleep. I need a few more hours in my day.
All of my kids either have a cold, or are recovering. Except Grant, who gets sick about once every two years. Even baby Fiala has a boogery nose.
Speaking of, my baby’s been crying all day. There’s nothing so long nor so sad as a day filled with baby tears. She’s exhausted; hasn’t slept ALL DAY. But, she just cries when I hold her, cries when I lay her down, cries and cries. I usually can tell what a baby needs, and how to make her contented, but I have lost my skills for today, apparently. Plus, we have school… but we got startlingly little done today, what with me tending to Fiala so continually.
AND, the kids — even Ethan, who at 11yo is usually very helpful and most of the times behaves in such an exemplary way, and I’m so often filled with pride and pleasure in my dear son — have been CRAZY today — extremely disobedient, wild, uncooperative…
And, Ethan has a band concert tonight. He plays trumpet, and twice a year, he plays with the public school band that my step-dad leads. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but I’m dreading going out in the cold (it’s a Winterfest, outdoor thing) with a inconsolable baby and unruly children.
AND, a dear bloggy friend e-mailed to say that her husband, here in the Phoenix area on business, had to be taken to the E.R. in the wee hours with what turns out to be a GIGANTIC kidney stone. And, it looks like neither me nor my hubby can visit him until tomorrow morning. I feel AWFUL about him being alone there in the hospital, knowing no one here in town (not even business associates), and us, unable to visit today. I couldn’t imagine going through something similar, alone, out of town. Dear man. Please pray for him.
And I’m feeling the stress of being unprepared for Christmas, and unprepared for a party which we’re hosting on Saturday night. The pressure mounts…
Dear Jesus… ~sigh~