Spare time? What? I thought I had some. I had a wild hair that I should start making some baby bibs. Sam, bless his heart, is the drooliest little man ever. I bought some fabric online for one specific idea I had, and then changed it completely. So, my spare time last night involved listening to the Disney channel while Abbie chatted away, and the hum of my sewing machine. I was up until 1am. Seriously.
Sam thought at about 8:30, it was time to start the day. I lazilly crawled out of bed, fed the little man and got back to sewing. I sewed for nearly 10 hours today, with the occasional stop to nurse Sam. Whaaaa? I haven’t sewed in a year. I have 10 loads of clean laundry sprawled all over my couch. Baby toys, matchbox cars, tape, fabric scraps, it’s all over the living room. Oh well, I’m busy, right? 10 bibs later, I decided it was time to find another pattern that was more for drooly babies, not so much for eating. It’s nearly 10pm and I am about to start again. Whatever. Spare time.