I feel the need....

Have you ever wanted to do something so badly that the thoughts of it get your heart racing? I have SUCH the creating/crafting bug right now!! So, I decided that the "study" was going to become a craft room! First of all, no one ever went in there to "study". Secondly, I love the hubs dearly, but he has an office outside of this home. I have nowhere else to go to retreat...not even the bathroom. So, I bought paint, took most everything out of the room and started painting. Unfortunately, I ran out of 2 things: paint and motivation. The mess is killing me. Right now, the formal living room is housing everything that I had to move out of the study. I do NOT like clutter, so I have to put my hand in front of my face to pass by that room. I'm kinda in the mind-set of wanting the room done, but don't want to put forth the energy to do it. I can't work in there while Margaret is underfoot. It wouldn't take half an hour for her to have a permanent change to the color of her skin. Then when I have a (very) short break during the day, I'm short on energy. It's my time to let down, have my quiet time, and read. The next "break" comes after all 3 kids are in bed, but that's quality time with the man and by that point I'm too exhausted to lift a paint brush. I went away on a women's retreat last weekend and I hoped and prayed Chris would finish the room. I was saddened to return and find it in shambles like I'd left it. However, ALL of the laundry had been washed, dried, folded, hung-up, and put away....no complaints there. So, back to this need to create...I started on some artwork for Margaret's room, I'm ready to try some new techniques on my scrapbook pages, and I have a brain full of projects that I'm dying to make! My sanity depends on me finishing this room. I have the itch and it's not just from allergies... I DVR a crafting show and watch it while I work-out every morning and the desire to work with my hands at that point almost makes me salivate...or it could be the intensity with which I'm currently working out on the elliptical. Either way, I feel like I'm so close to actually living out my dream of having my very own craft room. To be able to check-off something on my dream list would be profound for me. This may seem silly to someone reading this, but for me I'm giddy with seriousness on the topic of having my own space full of organized bins, colors, paints, pens, baubles, buttons, fabrics, ribbons, wrapping paper....almost brings a tear to my eyes. Crazy? YES, I am totally crazy about creating. It's not only important for me, but also for my kids to pass on something that I truly have a passion for. I KNOW we could make some serious memories in that room. Now, if I could just find someone really cheap to finish my dream for me.......

A Little Air-Brushing Never Hurt

I've been enlightened to a photo editing site that's so incredibly addicting. I'm still a novice when it comes to Photoshop. Too many layers, backgrounds...blah, blah, blah. I need point, click, done...and a very large undo button. I've spent some time editing a few of the kids' photos and today I decided to take a stab at my own. I know you are amazed at how well I've been aging as of late. All of my wrinkles have magically disappeared....even some of the ones necessary to make the facial expression I'm making in the picture. In just a matter of seconds, I was able to lose 57% of my weight, add color to my bland lips, and an extra swipe of mascara to each extra sparkly eye. HA! It was fun. I'm not that vain, so I won't be posting this on Facebook- just on my blog where I can explain and laugh about it. I've gotta go brush my teeth and get ready for bed....too bad I don't have editing options on my bathroom mirror. ;)

Rough Morning....

I'm a very passionate person. I didn't realize that until I birthed a very passionate child and saw myself reflected in his actions. I remember being a tantrum thrower, fit screamer, anger monger kid. (I'm so sorry, Mom. I now have one...possibly 2 magnified.) Yesterday, my passionate child tested me from the moment he woke up until he went to sleep last night. I kept him late in the car before school to make sure he'd calmed down. He made me so furious that I yelled. I admitted it. I apologized. He got out of the van and I sat in the parking lot and watched him walk slowly to the building. He finally turned to see if I was still there and actually waved to me after all we'd been through that morning and I sobbed. I continued to cry all the way home and prayed that he'd have a decent day, learn how to direct his passions, and that I would learn how to direct mine. I hate mornings like that! Especially a MONDAY morning like that!! I soo badly wanted a do-over or just to crawl back in bed!! The only consolation I had is the fact that I grew out of the tantrums and fits. I still feel things deeply, but thank-you, GOD, for the fruit gift of self-control! PAH-LEEEEZE let it grow forth and blossom in my son.....SOON!!