Wonderpet

Wow. What a terrible weekend. Yard sales are far too much work with far too little payoff. By Saturday night my candle was so scorched at both ends, the Hub was beginning to suspect that I was quite literally losing my mind. Somewhere in the middle of all this, I decided that I was going to sew the Bub his Wonderpet's cape....

As you know, I try not to let the Bub watch too much TV and what little he does comes in the form of classic Disney movies and videos we rent from the library... one of which just happens to be The Wonderpets.... a mildly cute but totally uneducational show about opera singing super pets which he likes because one of them in a duck. On some past day, I promised him I would make him a green cape just like Ming Ming's (the duck, of course). So, needless to say, at the end of a very long day, for some unknown reason, I sat down to sew... soon after, I sent the Bub off to bed and promised I would leave the cape outside his door so that when he woke up he could put it on and surprise me and Daddy in bed. Well, somewhere around 10pm, the sewing machine jammed. I spent two hours going crazy trying to fix it, and when I finally gave up and decided to put it away, the cord got caught on my foot and the darn thing ended up crashing to the floor. Before just kinda broken... now really broken. I cried and felt like a total loser. And the very next morning, almost half of my yard sale earnings went into a new sewing machine. Only until the cape was finished and on the boy's back did the weekend finally get good.

You know, I tend to pile way too much onto my plate and then totally crash when I get overwhelmed. The Hub is a pal for indulging my obsessions and a saint for picking me up and dusting me off in the aftermath. You know, with so much good and bad in the world. Michele Obama touching the Queen (awesome). The ocean slowing turning into a big cesspool of garbage (not so awesome). People losing their jobs and their minds... War. Poverty. Pollution. Cancer. Sunflowers. Vine ripened tomatoes. Baby finches. It is mildly comforting to know my petty little dramas matter to someone. Thanks Hub... Wonderpet.