The Bug

It's been a tough week for me.

Having Will sick seriously depleted the time I had to spend on sewing or filling orders. And every time I would try to work on either, he'd climb into my lap and demand attention. Sometimes with in 2-3 minutes of when I started a new project. He just wanted me to sit and hold him.

On Tuesday I stumbled across an ad for part-time employment from home formatting documents. Nothing would work out better for me. But a resume and portfolio are required to apply. I've spent 2-3 hours each night since trying to find any copy of my resume; which I haven't had to use in over six years. I checked the contents of boxes of CDs, diskettes, and backups. No go. Today I started taking boxes out of the attic and searching for an old hard copy. No go.

I finally managed to finish Bella's crib set last night; only two weeks later than I had planned. When I went to pack it up for shipping I turned the dust ruffle (which I bought) over and noticed half the ties are torn loose. I took it out of the box to fix and will send her the rest of the items.

I've also meant to mail Bonnet the first baby dress she ever wore, nearly 24 years ago. I have it in a sealed plastic bag in the attic. After months of forgetting it, I found it tonight and brought it down to send her for Bella. I took it out of the bag and all the elastic had disintegrated. I'll have to repair it before it's of any use.

Our mail person comes between 2-4 in the afternoon. Yesterday, with Will in school for the first day this week, I spent hours preparing packages to ship and put in our mail box. I walked out at 11:00 and he'd already been by. So I had to drive into town to the PO to drop them off as they're prestamped with the date they ship.

Oh, I know. None of it is big shit. I'm not dying, being tortured, or covered in millions of paper cuts (and then dipped in alcohol). It's all small stuff. But my world is small.

They say that some days you are the windshield and some days you are the bug.

This week I've been the bug.