Time’s Running Out
As of today, I have only 29 days before my daughter gives birth to my second grandson, Evan. And I have only 20 days until her birthday. At this point, I doubt I’m going to get anything sewn before baby gets here. I’ve still not gotten my sewing room back in order, although it’s closer. I have temporary tables set up and the sewing machine and serger out.
The problem is not necessarily time – although that’s always a consideration when one works a full time job – but it’s energy. I just don’t have the energy these days to do what it takes to get it all back in order. It’s everything I can do right now to get the household chores done, and even some of those I’m restricted from doing by my doctor. I do them anyway, because I can’t stand the dust bunnies on my beautiful new hardwood floors. And with four cats and three little chihuahuas running around, there are plenty of those. Maybe once I get some additional paid help, things will be more likely to get sewn.
Regardless, I’ve decided not to worry about whether or not I get anything sewn or even just cut out. In my heart I know I would, if I could. I still love to sew. I love everything about it and how it makes me feel when I’ve crafted something myself. I’ll get there – someday.
But for now, I’m focusing on enjoying every single second of my daughter’s pregnancy. This is her last one, and I want to enjoy it as thoroughly as possible. I want to be completely present and rested for every moment as it unfolds.