Alone time is a rare and precious thing for me. Because of certain parenting choices I have made (such as co-sleeping and continued breastfeeding), I spend very little time away from Goen. At least once a week, though, his papa takes him on an outing to the grocery store, the park, or other errands. Since getting out of the house with a baby can be such a challenge, I generally stay at home or close by. So a trip to the store or the park can be an enticing proposition. I am often torn between getting myself out of the house, too, and staying home to get things done. But, as I said, being alone, even for a short time, is precious. So, I generally choose to stay at home.
Then, a couple days ago, I had the most beautiful day. David walked into the kitchen while I was doing dishes and told me that he had made plans to visit his sister with Goen. His plan didn't include me. "That can change," he said. "You can come along if you want." I thought about it for a moment and decided that I would rather stay at home. My project board is quite full, as you know. It's a 20-minute drive each way, so I had a guaranteed hour, even if things went downhill fast. I can get a lot done in an hour. And so I stayed. And worked. And worked. Time passed. First one hour, then two. Somewhere around the third hour I started to get worried, but I had so much to keep me busy that I kept right on going, checking my phone every once in a while just in case. Finally, after four and a half hours, they returned. They had gone to David's sister's house, then to Trader Joe's (for a quick snack at the tasting counter and bit of half and half), and then to the park. Most times when I hear the garage door open (the signal of their return) I get really anxious about how little I accomplished and about cleaning everything up before little hands come in. But this time was different. They were gone so long that I felt satisfied with my progress on each project I worked on. And for the rest of the week I felt better able to handle the challenges and frustrations of being a mama to a toddler. It was a wonderful feeling. One I hope is repeated in the coming weeks, while long summer days are still plentiful.
Hi. My name is Carley. I love to sew, craft, and create. As a Jane-of all-crafts so to speak, I enjoy sewing, writing, cooking, drawing, photographing. But the constant thread (if you'll excuse the pun) throughout my weeks is needle arts.