Mommy Blog, Be Damned!

This is my craft blog.  Its my serious, big girl, little jellyfish blog.  What is all this mommy shit doing on here?  Oh, that’s right.  I have kids.   Wonderful and frustrating kids.  Wonderful on the mommy side, frustrating on the craft side.  Kids and crafts mix very well, but kids and mamas and crafts… not so well.  All I want to do is make my own pipe cleaner puppet but Maddy will want me to break out the glitter.  Then the paint.  When we do art together, I'm on clean up detail.  AND THAT’S FINE.  But after hours, or when I manage to sneak away to *gasp* embroider a tea towel or maybe sew a sock monkey or two (just who do I think I am!) I am lost in the non-mama part of me.  I leave little pockets of grown up craft projects hidden around the house.  Shoe boxes are my best friends, they are the perfect size.  One is a sock monkey kit, and it contains a few momos in various stages of creation.  If I have 10 minutes, I can attatch an arm.  Another box is for jewelry.  If I don’t take a few minutes out of the day for my artistic self, I am not a fun person to be around.  And if I literally only have a few minutes, its nice to be able to just pull a box down from behind some books on the bookself and slip away to craft land with out having to set up or really think at all.  But then I go back to reality and my day job, which is ‘Mama’.  I suppose its only natural that I am blurring the lines on this blog.  Mommy and craft.  Its not a crafty mama blog.  Though I like the term ‘crafty mama’.

So this is the birth of my ‘mommy blog’.  I hate the term.  I’ve heard it before.  But my kids say funny shit sometimes and I want to share it with the world.  Maddy asked me yesterday if my ‘tummy’ was getting big because there was a baby inside me.  I seriously heard that "dun dun DUN!!!" from horror movies.  She could have jinxed me!  Then she clarified and asked if it was the milk inside my ‘tummies’ that was making them bigger, you know, for the new baby.  OH, that’s right, she calls boobs ‘tummies’.  After I said no, no babies, we have a nice family and my ‘tummies’ are full of milk for Charlie, not any new additions to our family, she still seemed skeptical.  She then asked if my ‘tummies’ were full of coffee.  “Coffee or milk, mama”.  She asked, multiple times.  Thankfully we were in the car and she soon fell asleep.  Shes a funny one.

So from now on I pledge to keep my craft life and mommy life separate, at least on the this blog.  Mostly separate anyways.  Just don’t call it a mommy blog.

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