Confessions

When Stephen is gone on weekends I like to do a little retail therapy.

I go to the thrift store, baby.

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My feet are always cold. I wear socks and slippers all day, and still, at the end of the day I crawl into bed and Stephen has to deal with the ice cubes that are my feet.

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I used to get very angry when something would wake me up in the night. A child with a scary dream...a nursing baby...a wet bed...Stephen snoring or stealing all the covers...

Only since the last bit of my pregnancy with Lincoln have I changed. I think I finally resigned myself to the fact that I'm just not going to sleep through the night for the next 20 years. And I think I'm okay with that.

Just don't mess with me during quiet time!!

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I'm not a patient person.

So often, when people learn that I homeschool, I hear, "I could never homeschool--I just don't have the patience!"

Welcome to the club, sister, welcome to the club.

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I am no good at finishing projects. I am pretty good at getting motivated enough to start things, which often leaves my poor husband to do the finishing.

For example, I have two quilt tops all ready to sew together. Really, all I need to do is sew the strips of strips together. I have the batting and backing and binding...one is from the first year of the MBA program, the other from the second.

You, like my husband, might ask why I started a second quilt when I hadn't finished the first.

I'll tell you what I told him:

I have no idea.