Just checking in.

Sometimes I let my perfectionism get the better of me.  (Stop laughing, all of you.  I can so be perfectionistic! Mostly in my head, though.)  I put off posting because I haven't had a chance to upload my pictures, or because I have some misguided feeling that I should feed/bathe/entertain the spawn, or because I just don't have anything very exciting to write about.  James Joyce said it better than I ever could:

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination. 

 

 Sometimes I find myself lacking in one (or all) of those departments, and often I just can't get it together.  Like today.  The morning passed in the typical flurry of carpools, laundry and dishes.  The afternoon, heaven help me, was all about house hunting.  (And a leak in the furnace, and a birthday party that somehow escaped the calendar...)

But I wanted to tell you about the earrings I made in the wee smalls, after I finally lulled the littlest to sleep.  And about the fascinating new game that Chevi's worked out:  "Mommy, would you rather I was a hunchback, or a dog?"  "Would it be better to drown or get hit by a car?"  (I'm reserving a spot with a good therapist tomorrow.  For both of us.)  And about the thrift shop I've been frequenting, and the little treasures I've unearthed there.