You know, as soon as I wrote that post headline, I had a mini-epiphany. Mama hasn't used needles in so long that I would be shocked if I could sew a straight line out in my studio.
There's a problem with balance happening over here. I haven't so far found a way to shoehorn a couple of extra hours into the day, so my studio is all alone, having been set aside for more noble pursuits. Like the gym. I go there every day and do these crazy exercises like I'm training to fight Blago in Rocky V. Blago is Griffin, my two-year old. I have decided I need to fortify to prevent injury.
So, there's that, and a host of other things I have to do to keep up with this here juggernaut.
But what about MEEEEEEE?!
Somehow, last winter, I was able to hole up in my studio for at least an hour and half each day for six weeks and finished a huge writing project. Now I can't even get a blog post up because I've got to cleanthecerealoutofmyhair. I thought it was supposed to get easier as these twins got older. Lies. All of it!
All I've accomplished this winter is this poor little failure of a batik project:
The results of which didn't even merit a photo. As in didn't even merit the pixels spent on a digital photo.
I've realized the extra time isn't going to come from the sun. I will have to make it for myself. So I've taken to getting up really early. Like, this early:
Oh, and last night, I fell asleep to the soothing sounds of Annika, repeatedly running her tiny starfish hand over my furrowed brow, declaring "Stripes! Mama stripes"
Yeah, thems my stripes alright. I got them from you, you crazy little creature of madness.
(Author's Note: the child dresses herself up like that.)
So, here's to the New Year. And more Lisa Time. Even if it is at 4am.