Desperate times call for desperate measures!
Um....these were packed in our hospital bag for an emergency energy boost during labour, but how on earth is a 38 weeks pregnant woman supposed to resist raiding the bag when it comes to chocolate!
Well, it's actually a guilt free raid as I feel like I have earned it today! So far I've managed to do the following:
- get out of my pyjamas and into some "proper" clothes (first time this week!)
- weeded the garden (small section!) I've no idea what's going on there - I have no interest in gardening....but the sun was out...the dog was enjoying being outside - so we extended it a bit!
- two loads of washing (only hung out one on the line though - I've run out of puff!)
- dusted the house.
- rearranged the shelving in our bedroom.
- scrubbed the bath.
- cleaned the bathroom.
- vacuumed the house.
Of course I've run out of steam now, but my next goal will be to leave the house for the first time in a week. We might go out for breakfast tomorrow morning - what a great excuse!
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Well, it's actually a guilt free raid as I feel like I have earned it today! So far I've managed to do the following:
- get out of my pyjamas and into some "proper" clothes (first time this week!)
- weeded the garden (small section!) I've no idea what's going on there - I have no interest in gardening....but the sun was out...the dog was enjoying being outside - so we extended it a bit!
- two loads of washing (only hung out one on the line though - I've run out of puff!)
- dusted the house.
- rearranged the shelving in our bedroom.
- scrubbed the bath.
- cleaned the bathroom.
- vacuumed the house.
Of course I've run out of steam now, but my next goal will be to leave the house for the first time in a week. We might go out for breakfast tomorrow morning - what a great excuse!
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And please believe me when I tell you this: once that little soul hits the air, "getting things done" is a thing of the past. If you get on "real" clothes and that's all you do during any given day once you have a baby in your life, you are doing wonders. They become focus, compulsion, imperative - they are the most intense, absorbing work of art you will ever begin - and the process will take you decades.
If you do it well - if you take as much trouble with the forming and training and nurturing of that child as you do with the cloth book you designed - your swatches, auditioning each thing, planning each thing (keeping in mind that children have spirits and minds of their own and will have opinions about the design), listening, putting your own other work behind this one great work - what you will end up with twenty years from now will bring you to your knees in wonder and love.
I don't know why I'm writing all of this. I hope you don't mind.
I would love to have a chat with you, you left such a lovely comment on my blog, but I can't seem to find an email address for you...if you have a moment, please drop me a line at my email...
heidibearscreativeblog@gmail.com
LOVE your work...it's so inspiring!!!
♥ Heidi
No need to feel guilty.
Well done!
When they put her in my arms, my only thought was, "What am I doing?" I didn't suddenly love her. I didn't know what I was supposed to do with her for the rest of my life. I was terrified. And it stayed that way for about a day. I was a short stay and we went home after twelve hours. I was tired, confused and distressed.
Then something happened. I don't remember how long it took, but suddenly—I fell in love. I didn't expect it. I don't think I'd ever been in love before, frankly. But my heart was suddenly fixed on that little girl, and I knew that I would give up anything - dreams, freedom, privacy, sleep, dignity (birth does that to you, anyway), my youth - ANYTHING for this little person.
And I still feel that way, thirty years later. I was not a natural mom. I had to work at it. But where your heart is, there your treasure is also. I feel more fulfilled by those wonderful, horrible years of raising little people than I have felt with all the awards and opportunities and public accomplishments I managed to squeeze out after the kids were in bed.
My kids will be my life, my honor, my art forever. I gave them everything - freely - and now, they are giving back to me by truckloads.
If there's anything I can ever do for you as you think these things through and start this new life - because believe me, you are walking through a door into a new and unfamiliar world - I am at your service. Now begins the wonder of life. And the dog-tired, relentless work.
And I promise, you will go into labor before the baby gets old enough to learn to read.
Heidi. I am thrilled that this mix up lead to your blog and I look forward to keeping in touch! Email on the way!