Kristen Blog

 Ugh.  I can NOT.   Things have been going so well.  Manageable at least.  Matt has taken on a lot on the homefront to lift some of my stress, and it was starting to feel like I was actually going to make it. I mean...I have plenty of chickens to happy-me.  It's just... I took on a little more than usual today...house chores, finished Eden's prom dress that has taken me about 50,000 hours and cost about $70 to make.  I have come to terms with the fact that, after all that time, effort, and money, she doesn't feel good about the way it fits.   I fixed all the problems on my end.  The flaw is now the design.  I finished the project to my satisfaction, and I will walk away content.  (And probably donate it to some super tall, ultra skinny grateful recipient.  I will donate through a third party, so I'll never have to know if it ends up in the trash.  It wouldn't be my first project that went unused.  It's why I don't tend to make things for anyone other than my

Well this sucks!   I'm sorry.  I don't let my kids say that word.  But it is currently the only one that can convey, for me, the depths of heartbreak and disappointment I am feeling. And also...I'm getting really sick of everyone getting sick.  These kids have had a NEW wave of junk in the last week, and I don't think I can take it anymore!!!  It's an expression deeply rooted in my inner child - ever since those good old junior high days - and I guess that's where I experience the rawest of chafings...that delicate fragile, inner self I barely recognize, rarely encounter and, frankly, don't really like all that much.  (For example, she obviously has a really inferior vocabulary.) Speaking of fragile and delicate...the signs of spring around here are definitely bringing me gratitude and joy.  Until the weather turns on me...spring can be such a tease sometimes. "Why is she so delicate right now?" you may be asking yourself.  (Or why this time?).  We