You know the deal about my taking some time off to keep Carsyn, right?
And you also know about my new sewing venture, right?
Are you're aware that I thought those two jobs might mesh? Ha!!
To be fair, they do sometimes...for a few minutes. I have learned to listen to her; if I ask if we can go sew and so vehemently says "Uh uh, uh uh, uh," well, we don't go. That's because I figured out a while ago that she MEANS it when she says "uh uh."
I have also learned that Mondays are readjustment days. She needs time to get acclimated to the "Mama and Daddy are at work and I'm staying somewhere else" schedule.
Some days are good, though...like today. She (surprisingly) said yes, we could go sew. Well, maybe she didn't say it, but she nodded really hard. Nodded up and down, not sideways. I took this as a good sign. As I always do, I asked what she wanted to take with her. That's where things got weird.
Carsyn wanted to take her little kitchen, a box full of play food and dishes, and a baby. I had to have my computer, some fabric and dresses I had bought, and, of course, Carsyn. It was quite the trick to get all of her toys, my supplies, and her somehow in my hands and head out.
Once we got there, she wanted the sewing machines rearranged. I had moved my small machines when one of the tables was needed elsewhere, but today she let me know that she wanted those back in the open living area of the Den of Stitches. That way she can play, I can sew, and we can see each other. You might wonder how she convinced me to do the moving. Maybe I should have taken a picture of the face-down position of the floor with both hands beating the ground. That would have explained. So I moved. We should be good, right? Right.
Until Bubble Puppy was turned into a frog by the witch. Another trauma.
And then the baby doll fell out of the chair. Horrors.
And the size 5 jeans she insisted on wearing wouldn't stay up. Terrible situation.
So we came back for nummy nummy. What? You don't know what nummy nummy is?
nummy nummy (noun) -- food, drink, or cup; may refer to a "real food" or a snack.
(adj)--the description of how said food, drink, cup, or snack tastes
Complete peace took over while she ate...for 8 minutes. As she threw her next hissy fit (and it was a doozie--you don't need the definition for that, do you?) I asked if she was ready to rock rock. And she said "Tease!!" That means "please" for those of you who have forgotten how to translate. So we did. And she was out in 3 minutes.
And these are the days of my life :)
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