My one-year-old son picked out my clothes today, and I wore them. I didn’t have the energy to care.
After whining to Darling Husband and my mom on the phone, I was disappointed when I realized I didn’t have anyone else to call to whine some more.
I almost burst into tears when I realized the curtains I had just washed, dried, and struggled to hang up — you can thank the toddler’s spaghetti-sauce hands for using them as NAPKINS — were totally wrinkled and look like shit.
The only food in this entire house that appeals to me is frozen hashbrowns. And I’m too tired to cook them.
I am grateful to have TV as a babysitter here and there, but I am SO READY to murder a Bubble Guppy.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m journalist and blogger in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have an 8-year-old son and a 6-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.
Whether I’m decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.