Then I did something that didn't seem like too big of a deal. I had another baby. I know, every child is a big deal and changes your life blah, blah, blah... but I mean in the overall big picture I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. Each of my kids brought new joys and new challenges, but each one just meshed into my life so nicely. Maybe my overconfidence was the problem.
Fourth child enter stage right. Chaos ensues.
I am a very "in control" sort of person that has found myself completely out of control. Not that the fourth child is difficult. He is an absolutely adorable boy who is mostly quite content and happy. I couldn't ask for a better baby. I'm not sure why I am so overwhelmed, but I am. I keep telling myself it will get better. No luck so far, but I do have hope. One of these days I will begin to feel in control once more. I just know it. (It's the only thing that keeps me sane.)
The crafter in me is longing for that day because there are so many projects I want to do and just can't find the time for. So, I know I am not on here very often. I wish I was, but occassionally I will find a minute to make something and then I might even find a minute to write about it. Those are very good days. Like today. Today is a good day. I found a minute to craft, and a minute to write.
(The styrofoam balls I had on hand for my topiary were a little too small, so I covered them in sapnish moss first to kinda beef them up a bit.)
Now back to reality. I have a pile of laundry, and a dishwasher calling my name. Where's my "Alice?" Hopefully you will see me again soon.