Wishing I was at Work

I know, I know - weird, weird title. But, I would really just like to be curled up in my big grey chair with my HUGE cup of coffee, scrapping the night away.

We made an emergency appointment for Mike to have his impacted/infected wisdom tooth removed this morning. They said it would cost $75. It ended up costing almost $500. Then, I chased my over-active son all over the continent all day - neither of us slept. By 6:00 this evening, I couldn't focus my eyes anymore.

My poor, drugged, pain-ridden husband got his wonderful self out of bed and took over babysitting duties for an hour and a half so I could get in a quick power nap. As Lisa says, "He's a good egg."

It's 10:20. I didn't get to scrapbook with Lisa today, like I've been looking forward to all week. The margaritas we've been talking about for two months have eluded me again. No cropping in Independence tonight either. I'm having withdrawals.

But, Zion is finally asleep. Mike just took another pain pill, so he'll be there shortly, too. I'm thinking this might be God's way of saying, "Ok, Sara, time to slow down. Take a breath and enjoy your night off."

So that's what I'm going to do. Hope everyone else has a happy night too. =)

This Day

Zion is cutting his molars. I realize that this has to happen - rite of passage and all - but they should make special medicine for mommies who have to go through this, too, because this was a day from hell.

Mike came home early, which was good, because I was about 6.2 seconds away from my breaking point. He took over, I went to the store. Came back with groceries and could hear Zion crying from the curb. So I came inside, picked him up, gave Mike a break and tried to calm the poor kid down for a few minutes.

As it turns out, all he wanted was to stand in the bathtub and eat Cheezits. Silly me for not knowing that.

Next breakthrough: every night when I cook dinner, Zion freaks out and tries to push me away from the stove or the counter. I mean he really puts himself between me and the stove/counter and pushes on my legs as hard as he can - it's the WEIRDEST thing. So tonight he's doing this and he's having a screaming FIT like someone's beating him or something (cause we do that a lot), and I finally asked Mike to get a chair from the dining room (I was chopping onions). Mike gets a chair, Zion climbs up on it, POOF! Happy kid. Just wanted to be up on mom's level helping cook. Here's what he did next:



People, that is an onion in his mouth. My son ate an onion. Like an apple. An onion. And he LIKED it.

My 18-month-old son likes whole raw onions and black coffee. That's all I have to say about this day.

Scrap Dungeon

You can view the scrap dungeon here..

http://www.flickr.com/photos/silversolstice/sets/72057594109794746/

New Art Journal

So.. my Kerry-bear sent me these really cool challenges for an art journal, and I started it last night. So far, it's going pretty well.. 8x11 pages are way easier than 12x12, and I'm having fun doing it. It's making me think about a lot of things.. The pages are refreshingly simple, and I'm trying to focus on my journaling to improve it. It just seemed like a good opportunity for that.. so, please don't knock my lack of "art" - I think I sometimes confuse "art" with "stuff" (ribbon, brads, stickers, etc.). I'm liking the way that it's coming together.

Here they are:

Title Page:


Challenge #1 was to introduce yourself. What would you want a person to know about you if they just stumbled upon this journal? Here's what I got..


Challenge #2 was to do an un-resolution - as in, pick something about yourself that always has been and always will be. The most existential thing about you that just isn't going to change - ever.


I am REALLY having fun with this, and I can't wait to get back to work this afternoon and get started on the 3rd one - it looks really cool.