I’ve had a frustrating few days. My son is back in school (finally), but daughter had Monday off AND a friend over. Today my son brought his friend home with him. Between birthday and friends and no school, there hasn’t been much time for me to work on projects lately. Yesterday, my son had his first homework of the season and it took him THREE HOURS! We go through this at the begining of every something (I’m not exactly sure what the trigger is, but it has something to do with newness). He whined and cried and stomped and said NO to every suggestion I had. He actually sounded a LOT like me when I was in High School and College (and probably befre that too, but I just don’t remember). Sorry Mom and Dad. On top of that frustration, I decided that one of the projects I’ve actually been making progress on is not turning out as I want it to. I slept on it and decided that the only fix is to start over. This morning was eaten up by running errands and then the afternoon was all kids all the time. I desperately want to finish something because I feel like I’m barely treading water here; or at least taking a step backwards for each one forward. I hate project angst. On the up side, one of my errands this morning was to deliver patterns to the Arts and Crafts shop on post which eventually means some money for me. But they had just marked down a bunch of fabrics 60% AND gotten a bunch of new stuff in. Pretty stuff. Oh well, it is all lost on me who swore off buying new fabrics. Yea, me who is also envisioning projects with wide expanses of a single fabric. The kind of pieces which are not in my stash of half yard cuts, or the size of a back of a thrifted shirt. What was I thinking?! Who makes up these stupid rules anyway? I decided that if it is my rule, then I can break it. I bought a few yards of something I swear I need, although it is neither 60% off nor one of the new arrivals. It is however essential to the project which I am starting over. And I need a flea market — QUICK!