Friday, July 02, 2010

in the event of an emergency landing, please secure your own oxygen mask first before assisting others

Our social worker stopped by. She asked us how we are handling it. You know, the two baby thing.

We said, "Fine, fine. It's hard, but we are doing it."  It was the kind of answer you give your social worker when they have a pad of paper and pen.

The truth is this:

Every day I have a Calgon moment where I really wish I could be whisked away to a quiet, less stinky, kid-free place.  And every day I have a Kodak moment wherein I wonder how I got so lucky.

I'm working on turning more Calgon moments into Kodak moments. Someday I will be able to laugh when I come into a room and Birdie has spilled a bag of rice with half of it stuck to her face and arms.  Someday. Not yet.

There are a ton of things I really suck at. I know because I keep a running list in the lower left quadrant of my brain. Which is a whole other issue that I will tackle someday with a therapist.  But there is one thing I am beginning to master.


This I know for sure: I can't hold the oxygen for everyone else to breath if I am suffocating.




Studio Mess

When the call came that Henry was born, I declared to a few of my close friends that Secondsister Jewelry would be shutting down for a year or two, maybe three. There just wasn't time for such things anymore.

Secondsister Jewelry shut down for about four weeks. And then I came home from Utah with my new baby and the very next day I went into my studio and began to breath again.



Earrings in Progress

Everyday I go into my blue studio and suck in my own brand of oxygen, and when I am nice and high I come out, and hug my kids and kiss my husband and all is right with the world. For at least ten minutes or so.

Sometimes I have a helper with sticky fingers with me in my studio. She's rather bossy and demanding, but I put up with her because I like the idea of having my daughter grow up watching me do the things I love.

It's the one thing I think I'm pretty good at and I'm going to make damn sure she's good at it too.



The Helper



6 comments:

PaperPumpkin said...

Keep breathing! I think you're doing great!

Jen said...

appreciate that you share your real life with us. I think your doing great too! Keep it up and keep the beautiful jewelry coming! Love it!!!

Jessica Munk said...

As facebook would say, "like". I love your blog! You put my feelings to words-thanks! PS I LOVE LOVE your jewelry and someday I will HAVE to buy some! :)

From the Kitchen said...

Ah those days! I remember them well. Breathe in. Breathe out. One foot in front of the other. Sweet Birdie hand.

Happy 4th. Hope it will be quiet enough in the house to hear the fireworks outside.

Best,
bonnie

Jessa said...

Hey - A girl's gotta breathe.

Keep at it.

Cindy at LottieBird said...

I am now inspired to get back to my studio. I have taken a break and really miss it.

As for the daughter thing, I get it. My youngest, Olivia, has started making her own. It started when she was 8 and took one of my Tallulahs tags, crossed out the "Tall" part and wrote "Livvylulahs" on the earrings she made for a friend of mine. I saved the tag. It makes me tear up a bit. Okay, a lot.