The Players:

Darling: The brave hero, love of my life
Crunchy: The crazy drama queen, hippie crunchy, fiber-freak
Formerly-known-as-Teenaged-Cave-Dweller: The 20 year old wayward teen daughter, currently without a part but for an occasional guest appearance-again.
SNG(AKA Science Nerd Girl): the 17 year old sanity creator, Mom's all helper
Pickle: The 14year old sensory seeking/avoiding mother hen
Tink: The 12 year old auto-immune compromised fairy nut
Cactus Jack: The 11year old drama king
Don Juan: The 9 year old ladies man
Duck: The 6 year old cutie patootie
Princess Crankenstein: The 5year old independent sass box
Sugar Man: The 3 year old sweetie flirt monster
Frodo: the 2year old chunky grandson
Sassbox: the 19 month old firecracker

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Custom knits

I've decided to start knitting custom knits. MAINLY woolies(soakers and longies to cover cloth diapers), but I'll take on just about anything.
So there's an etsy store in the making and a facebook page. Look for fibersnob on facebook and fibersnobbed on etsy!

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

There's a saying that people toss out casually when they learn you are having troubles. It's "God only gives you as much as you can handle." I recently read an article that refuted that. And even that article doesn't begin to touch on how angry I feel when people tell me that.

I'm at a point of certain I cannot cntinue on the path I am on. I'm weary. I'm tired of people telling me how much they admire me, think I'm Supermom. I'm not someone to be admired. I'm not Supermom. I'm a living, breathing, walking talking failure at all I've taken on. Because I have chosen poorly in my past. I can choose better in my future, but that doesn't fix the circumstances I live with now.

I will be honest. I'm terrifically frightened of what lies in my immediate future. I am very up in the air with a lot in my life, and I hate that feeling. I feeling a LOT like Raymond from the movie "Rainman", when he realized he was going to miss Judge Wapner. I'm more than a bit frantic right now.

So please, don't tell me that God never gives us more than we can handle, because right now, I'm staring at a tough old elephant for dinner, with no fork, knife, salt or butter.