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Sh*t My Son Said

It’s quite trying to be a mom. I’ve often thought of the funny stuff my kids say with amusement and love. Recently though, my eldest son, has spoken some whoppers. He’s legally an adult at 18 yet has the reasoning of an adolescent. And as an adolescent, finds ways and means to justify his actions with some interesting “logical” thinking. I am not amused. Maybe one day I will be.

Last week he was suppose to be cleaning his room. My husband goes to check on him and his progress. Apparently, he is just relaxing in his room organizing his Magic cards. His room is “clean.” So my husband begins to point out areas and ask about their cleanliness.

H: “If I look in the closet, will that be organized?”
S: “Yes.”
H: “If I look under the bed, will that be clean?”
S:”Yes.”
H: “So you are saying, if I look under the bed right now, it will be clean?”
S: “Don’t look under the bed.”

WTF.

Yesterday, my son was asked to shovel the driveway for his elderly grandmother. He is there every day after school and just sits in front of the TV watching YouTube or playing Xbox, so my husband likes to try to keep him busy and not loafing around.

When my husband calls to check up on his progress, my mother-in-law tells my husband that my son decided to stop because he was sweating. My husband addresses this with our son when we get home.

H: “Why did you not complete the task I asked you to do?”
S: “I was sweating so I stopped.”
H: “What does sweating have anything to do with shoveling the rest of the driveway?”
S: “I learned in Boy Scouts that you should stop when you start sweating or you can get hypothermia and die.”
H: “Yes, in survival situations, not shoveling.”
S: “If there is anything I learned in Boy Scouts, that’s what I know they said.”
H: “I shoveled for four hours yesterday our driveway and helped the two neighbors shovel out their driveways and I was sweating and didn’t get hypothermia.”
S: “You shouldn’t have done that! You could have died!”

SMH.

I hope I can look back on this and miss these smart-alecky statements. Have you kids said some doozies?

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My birthday was Monday. Once there was a time I didn’t think of living past my 20s and now here I am cruising toward 40. Life is vastly different and I really have no complaints, well, other than wishing I won the lottery and can retire sooner than later. One can dream.

The end of 2017 went well. We spent 10 days in Florida touring Disney World and Universal Studios as well as visited the Kennedy Space Center. Loads of fun and loads of moolah later, suffice it to say it was the trip of a lifetime. My boys definitely enjoyed themselves. If you’ve never been to Disney World my number one tip is to go in the off season, if there is such a thing. Be prepared for the crowd of all crowds. I have to a of pics but that can be another day.

The New Year came in and I dreaded heading back to work after not being there for two weeks. Oh, the agony! While I missed my coworkers, I don’t miss the grind of getting up and driving to work. And I even like my job!

We went roller skating for my birthday. I have a friend who celebrates the same day and we like to do things together. Let me just say that roller skating tells you how how your body really feels. Although, I’m not in as terrible shape as I thought. Just the tops of my thighs hurt surprisingly after I hit the floor a few times on my back and bottom. I even managed to split my pants doing the Limbo. Fun fun.

I did manage to complete a few projects so far for this first week of the year! Three headbands. One I gifted to my birthday twinsie and didn’t get a photo and the other two I have yet to snap pics of. I am almost done with a cute unicorn lovey for my aunt.

It’s so cute!

Tis the Season

For being way too busy. I mean, really. Who has time these days? Not I, yet, that’s always my case.

This year I suppose I accomplished what I intended. Be on the internet less. With that, I feel like I have missed opportunity to connect with some people but have had more time spending it those I’m actually present with. Win for them.

It’s been a tough year. I shared some of the heartache and I don’t know if that situation will entirely be behind us. We keep on trucking.

I made stuff. Not as much as previous years. Different kinds of stuff. My yarn stash hasn’t dwindled any. In fact, it has grown significantly in the premium yarn department. I figured I might as well buy some nice stuff for me. I think I’m going to sell off a lot of the others. But really, who am I kidding.

I decided I want to pursue a degree in fashion/textile design. All these knitting job postings has persuaded me to check out how fabric is made and maybe one day be in that field professionally. It’s kinda exciting!! I can use my design degree in a way I didn’t think of before. I was inspired by Spoonflower. Have you heard of them? They print custom fabric! Fascinating.

Anyway, I just wanted to put some thoughts down before the year closes and hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving if you recognize that holiday and hope the Christmas / New Year season treats you well! Cheers!

Signs from the Universe

I’ve been having dreams the last month or so about being pursued by a police car and I think that I’m speeding yet I don’t actually get stopped. It’s like there’s a fear there that I’m going to get caught for something. I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling guilty about that I think that I’m going to get caught because I’ve been taking major inventory of my actions and thoughts. Maybe these dreams are a warning that I may do something wrong. In any case, I’ve been really, really been trying to be aware of what’s going on around me.

Now, I’m already running late to begin with trying to get to work. I’m often late for work and it doesn’t matter how hard I try, something seems to happen. Usually, it is my lil D begging me to stay with him and not go to work and saying good-bye for 10 minutes. I always feel terrible that I can’t stay and now he’s even been talking about homeschooling. He’s 6. How does he know about homeschool?? Anyway, back to this morning, I was struck with three instances of where I think the Universe was trying to tell me to slow down. First, some background info.

I live off of a super busy, super dangerous highway in my area. There are always accidents happening and there’s been a lot of ways that the DOT have tried to make it safer. Last year, there were several deaths due to the nature of how this highway is built with very little shoulder, people were struck because they couldn’t pull all the way off of the road. And since this is a major throughway, there are a lot of tractor trailers and freight vehicles. There are very few places that traffic can cross because many accidents happen due to the cross traffic.There were just some new barriers built to prevent cross traffic as well.The speed limit is 55 mph however it has been reported the average is 70 mph. There is also about a 7 mile stretch that is a “double fine corridor.” At the end of this corridor usually the state police are there to catch the speeders.

First thing that happens is that I get behind a really long trailer and had to sit for about 10 minutes while he was attempting to make a left turn across the highway. Let’s just say 7:30 a.m. is THE time everyone seems to be driving to work. Some people who were behind me ended up turning around and going to another entry point. I just stayed, calming myself thinking that I can be patient.

When I finally get on the highway, I drive very fast…yes, I was speeding. My speedometer said 70ish. Lo and behold, there’s a state trooper at the end of the double fine corridor. I did not slow down much – Sign 1. I did end up slowing down because I got behind a line of traffic at the exit – Sign 2. Then I was behind a tractor trailer again on the way to my mother-in-law’s and just drove normally. After I dropped of lil D, I return to the highway and don’t you know there was a tractor trailer pulled over by a state trooper just at the exit of my MIL’s – Sign 3.

I drove the speed limit the rest of the way to work and contemplated what all these signs meant. Life seems ominous at the moment. I had some work stuff going on as well that it along the same lines as slowing down that I’ll talk about later.

Thoughts? Have you had a similar experiences? This is such a weird thing right now.

 

Spirit & Snark

I’ve been up to new things, as always. With the growing recovery community and the increased awareness on addiction, I decided to do something positive. Chances are, you may know someone in recovery. And then again, they may be anonymous…in any case, I’ve been a proud member of the recovering community for over 14 years and I think it’s high time to do some advocating, in my own warm, funny (snarky) way.

Behold! Spirit & Snark.

I’m working on some other fun stuff like journals and posters of inspiration yet spirited quotes. I have my second event that I’m vending at later this month. I’m super stoked for this new venture.

Tanked!

I made these without a pattern, just looked at a lot of pics for reference. For some reason, I have a hard time reading people’s patterns. Thankfully, I’m very visual and can construct things.

I think I need to take better pics in the light. I was just so excited these are finnnnnallllllly done. It’s only been about a year. They are a gift for a friend. I hope he so enjoys!

We All Fall Down

Behind the scenes of this craftmanic life, there has been joy and sorrow. I live a pretty great life, the American Dream life. I have a house with a white picket fence, two kids, a dog and cat, a job that I love and a partner who supports me and keeps me accountable. However, having this life also means that beyond the fence, there is reality to contend with.

The reality of my life, inside my head, lives depression. The subject has been brought into the media more so than ever. It’s not that people have just suddenly come down with depression, as if catching a cold. Before, I felt that the criticism was that people who have a mental illness just needed to “get over it” and move on. Yet, that’s not how this sickness works. I just can’t will it away.

I’ve now had to come to terms with this with my own child. My first born. The pride of my life. He was the catalyst of my adulthood. You see, I’ve been a parent my entire adult life. I found out I was pregnant at 18, had my son at 19, still very much a child myself, struggling with my demons. Now almost 18 years later, I have to watch him struggle with his and feel so powerless. I can’t just will it away.

This is intensely personal. This is very serious business. This is our reality. My son has attempted to take his life. With the onset of social media and all the news, I know many have been hearing about the numerous teen suicides there have been. Our town has been through several recently. And in my head, I just didn’t believe it could be my child as well.

We have been swept up with getting treatment for my son and it’s not easy. There are specialists and doctors and facilities and oh so much coordination to take care of. Not to mention the emotional trauma the family has to go through.

This is a journey. This is just the beginning. If you are or have been through this, we are not alone.