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Note to Self #2

Dear Future Me, Just wanted you to remember that today Ayla (3) pulled on your nightshirt and wouldn't let go and begged you not to take a shower because that means you were going to work. She wanted you to stay home and play with her. I wanted you to remember that it broke your heart to have to get into that shower and leave her...but there was a mortgage to pay and food to buy. I'm not saying you did the right thing. I'm not saying that work really needed you today. I'm also not saying you did the wrong thing. I just wanted to you remember so that when Ayla's a teenager and she doesn't want you around you can: 1. Remember that she did like you at one point. 2. Make her feel guilty by saying "you liked me before...what happened to my sweet child?" 3. Arrange your schedule so that you can be with her even when she doesn't want you around. Somehow writing this note to you has made me feel better today and even though I'm at work doing

Note to Self #1

Dear Past Me, I'm finally doing what you've been telling yourself to do for a year. Sorry for the delay. I got side-tracked starting a craft blog. At first that's what I thought you wanted...a place to talk about your life and the things you found funny and "Oh, a craft". But the "Oh, a craft" part kind of ran away from me and I sold out. I started posting less about me and more about the crafts because I knew that's what the masses wanted. The upside is that it's taking off. The downside, there's less about your life and the things you find funny...like people who say expecially, and saltsa...okay, that's more annoying than funny. Sorry to let you down. But that's why I started this blog. This is where I just write whatever. I don't care if anyone reads this and I can go off on whatever tangent I want because I don't have to tie it to "Oh, a craft." Isn't that liberating? Writing whatever I want almost fee
I'm stubborn (just ask my husband and my mother) and I tend to not want to listen to anyone but myself. So, if I can convince my past self and my future self to listen to my present self...maybe there's hope for me yet. And if you followed that crazy train of thought...you are probably too intelligent to be reading my blog.