Current Mood : Drained.
Today was one of those days.
Most of it was nice, some of it was really good, several hours were total crap.
Dearest Son has recently turned to the Pony Side, and is now a Brony like his
folks. In fact, he used his allowance to buy the whole set of My Little Pony figurines / keychains
from this year’s McD’s kids’ meals. They came in today, and I re-used the ramen
box to make them a stable, with eight Dutch doors. He decorated it with cutie
marks, and it’s over by the ‘school’ with his MH and Barbie dolls.
He already had a Twilight
Sparkle – and so did I – so he gave his duplicate to Beloved Hubby. Hid it
behind his favorite Pinkie Pie on the desk, and waited. Beloved found it right
off, and we watched a couple episodes on Netflix with dinner. It was nice.
Reason the ramen box was
empty is that the soft-sided box is *finally* done. That was the worst and best
part of the day. I started in fairly early, and thought it was going well, but
when I went to put some pieces together, they were waaaay off. Like half an
inch off. I tried to make it work anyway, but you can imagine how well that
went. So I was frustrated and holding it in because the door was open – we don’t
have air conditioning anymore, just heat, and it was 80 degrees at noon – the kids
were around, and I feel like I can’t be upset anymore, because Dearest either
takes it personally or gets upset himself.
So, I was soon in a towering
crappy mood, and when Beloved asked what was wrong while Dearest was safely out
of earshot, I told him. At length and with all of me, I let it out. Then I
waited. Waited for some consoling words, or even just a ‘there, there’, and
after five minutes of silence, I would have taken a ‘grow up already’, just to
hear something… but as it turned out, he never heard me. Less than ten feet
away, after he asked, he didn’t hear a word I said.
Now I was truly upset, and
not a bit of the situation had changed. So I took the pieces of my messed-up
trapezoid – I hadn’t gotten far enough along to call it a box yet – and retreated
to the bedroom with a box of tissues and a seam ripper, until I could be fit
company again. Reduced the thing to component elements, drank about a quart of ice
water and got my bearings, and went out to try again. After we talked, Beloved
kept the kids busy, so I had a nice quiet space to sew in. And for whatever
reason, the box worked this time. I didn’t do anything differently, and didn’t
even re-measure anything like I meant to, and there’s about five mistakes and
places I had to touch up with a Sharpie, but the accessories fit and it’s done.
Alleluia ! I can now dig for doll shoes without
shifting half a dozen snack-size baggies around. Life is good.
Not sure what I’m gonna do
tomorrow. I may just sleep !
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