In A Rut...

Lot's going on, yet, I feel like I'm stuck in a rut....bored even.  Not sure how that's possible with the teen and two toddler's driving me crazy most days.  But as Mike says, it's a short drive, lol. To combat some of the routine in my life,  I've been trying to get involved with different things.  I signed the toddler's up for a Kid Krafts Program and last Friday we went to our first class. 

Upon arriving to the class, we could hear a child crying.  Ok, to be expected for a class that is designed for 2 and 3 year olds.  Even so, I was glad that the only available table was the one away from the crying child.  Well, this boy (who is 3) cried through the two crafts we made.  Mom's began to not-so-discreetly make their way over to my table, in an attempt to escape this childs excessive whining/crying.  One Mom and her little boy left, I suspect because of *crying boy*.   His Mom seemed oblivious, she just sat there smiling while trying to appease him.  His crying finally stopped at story time.... The instructor even commented, "Oh, so now you're happy."  But that lasted only a few minutes.... 

The little boy saw a stamp pad and asked what it was for.  He was told that after the story she would stamp everyone's  hands with little shapes.  What?  This child, wait?  Not!!   He started crying.  So the instructor ended up giving him his hand stamp early, but he still wasn't happy .... he continued to whine through the story.  He totally disrupted the entire hour and I couldn't believe his Mom didn't remove him.  Hello, McFly??  Get a clue!!  I hope he isn't there next week....  

I've been craving some *me* time, so I signed myself up for a sewing course.  Last Christmas, while having a Martha Stewart moment,  I asked Mike for a sewing machine.  Well, I quickly learned that I was definitely sewing-challenged.  Trying to read a pattern was like trying to interpret a foreign language.  I'm really enjoying my sewing class, I'm finding that making something gives me a feeling of accomplishment.  The first  thing I made were those pink pajama's in the pic above.  Now I'm working on a table runner, and after that, I plan on making some pj's for Mikey. 

Yesterday Spencer got his license. The thought of having him drive on the road gives me anxiety, but what can I do?  I've got to let him grow up.  His paternal Grandfather gave him his old 1995 buick with 150,000 miles on it.  The car looks immaculate and runs great. He's a lucky kid....  We still need to register it and get Spencer some insurance.  Luckily he has a job, because I'm positive that insuring a teen boy will not be cheap.  Mike thinks he's too young to have his own car, I think I'd rather have him driving his own car than driving (and possibly) wrecking ours. Oh, the joys of parenthood....

Miffy is adjusting well to her new life in the kitchen.  In her old life, she used to live outside in a hutch.  Now in her new life, she lives in a kitchen in front of a hutch....lol..  Sammi adores her...

Sleep issues continue here, although it seems to be getting a bit better lately.  They've both been going to sleep in their beds, but by early morning we usually have one or both of them crawling into our bed.  Too many people and not enough bed.  I'm trying to convince Mike into getting a king-sized mattress.  The problem is, our bedroom is too small to accomodate such a luxury.  There'd be no room for walking... But who needs to walk around in a bedroom?  

                                  ....I just need some sleep   

Quote Of The Day:   When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox