I've lost it . . . officially

I was working on keying in instructions for making a lens cover/koozie about 1:30 last night. Part of the reason I was working on it so late is that I have trouble finding time to sew when Will is awake and he's quit taking naps.

I get up hours before he does in the morning, but that is the time I use to fill my orders and respond to emails.

The last week I have found my self amazingly tired. I am over my cold; yesterday was my first full day with no medication! But I think the three weeks of illness have just worn me out. I find myself having to take a nap every day. Hey, I'm old, just not that old.

While keying in my first draft of instructions I kept getting confused and decided it was time to call it a night. And boy was it! I opend the file to complete the instructions this morning and here are the last two lines of text I wrote. Keep in mind I am describing how to make a koozie/pocket type thing to keep your camera lens in.

Sew right sides together. Wrap the batting and bird stuff too, just to feed the bird. The batting will probably not work out.

We need to encourage one another to sew as often as possible. Nothing important but these people are in a big have.

Now, my first thought was that a virus had gotten into my file and was messing it up. I've actually seen this happen before; years ago. But sadly, I actually remember keying in the line about encouraging people to sew . . . that was when I decided to call it a night.

Can't help but wonder what else I might have typed in if I hadn't gone to bed.

Old Moms

I had two children by the age of 22. I clearly remember going to parks, or other public locations, where I would run into older moms and their children. I was always amazed at how undisciplined their children were; they could get away with any thing. The older moms would just sit there and watch their kids with a vacant look at their face. Me and my friends, also young moms, would talk about how "some" people shouldn't have chidlren if they couldn't take care of them. Loudly.

I definately remember feeling all superior. My children toed the line, did what I told them, were watched and directed every step they took. If they didn't immediately respond to me when I told them to do something they were corrected or punished. After all, that was the only way to insure they grew up right. That they would be orderly, contributing members of society.

What hog wash.

As an older mom, now in my 40s, I go to those same places and smile at those young moms who spend all their time chasing their children, yelling their heads off, and micro-managing lives. If they would ever bother to talk to me I'd tell them the basic truth that I know, and they don't.

For the most part, a person is born with their personallity and preferences and very little you do during your life is going to make a great impact on it. The best, greatest way to assure you end up with a happy, well adjusted adult is simply to enjoy the child.

Besides, I'm tired.