D started the day by sneaking the iPad, and watching shows in bed. We only discovered this because Darling Husband spotted him when he got up for work at 2 a.m. He may have been awake watching shows for five minutes, or … two hours?
Neither child napped yesterday, so they spent a good chunk of the morning being whiny and/or screamy at each other (and me).
I’m tired. I worked on a special project all last week (putting out a 17-page newspaper each night, basically) that meant I couldn’t go to bed until 1:30 or 2 a.m. Now my schedule is all out of whack.
My darling daughter soiled herself at naptime, and proceeded to take off her diaper and one-piece outfit — getting poo all over herself — and then getting a whole LOT of poo smashed into her (formerly) cream-coloured carpet.
The UPS guy delivered a new battery for the PowerWheels, BUT he did his trademark thing of dumping the package on my doorstep, RINGING THE DOORBELL AT NAPTIME, and then running back to his truck. Are you freaking kidding me? Every time? Even though I tweet nasty thoughts about it every time? If I don’t need to sign something, then why are you ringing the doorbell?!?!? I’LL FIGURE OUT THERE’S A PACKAGE THERE. I DO LEAVE MY HOUSE OCCASIONALLY. OH, AND I CAN ALSO SEE IT THROUGH THE WINDOW. BUT THANKS FOR WAKING UP MY KIDS, THAT’S GOING TO MAKE IT REALLY EASY FOR ME TO FINISH MY WORK AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m journalist and blogger in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
Whether I’m working on my novel, 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.