LOOK, I made something!!

HOLY MOLY... I made something which uses up some of the fabric I got at Mood the weekend with R & A and some floral from my grandmother's scrap stash.. Look, A real thing... I didn't carry it in my womb for nine months but C'mon, its an actual pocketbook, even has a pocket on the inside. We'll see if I can use it practically once the weather gets a bit better...



the kids are with my parents - as a Valentine's Day gift to J and I... we elected to stay home and do things we've been wanting to do- but can't with rats underfoot. rugrats I mean.

So I made a bag, J made a fire and is cleavering up a chicken in the kitchen as I type, after having read by the fire in peace and quiet all afternoon. I ate a bag of candy by myself and am feeling my teeth rebel all by myself as well.



I feel very guilty that I love being by myself so much. VERY. but I don't know how else to keep track of where and who I am in this baby-raising time. It is so evident that I am critical to the lives of these two kids and yet I am constantly wanting to be away, craving a solitude of 'nunnery' proportions. How to balance what we all need? How do I manage to keep them fed and relatively happy when I haven't showered in a week or can hardly feed myself in all the insanity?
And I am just tired to hell of doubting that I should be anyone's mother. as if I could change it now. This is the rock, that exists because I kicked it. okay?



Look, I made something else too!! Who could ever want to escape that?!