It is 10:05pm as I write this and I have been living on the second floor since 7:45pm. So far I have made a little tote bag and almost finished a doll quilt. These are for a very special little girl that is going through a rough time in her young life. Sometimes life just isn't fair....
I would take a photo, but I am not allowed downstairs.
I have cleaned the sewing room.
I would really like a nice glass of ice water, but I am not allowed downstairs.
I have ironed all of my hubby's dress shirts.
I think I need my computer, so I gather my courage and go downstairs. The living room light is on. Otherwise it is pitch black.
My son and his "friend that happens to be a girl" are watching TV in the family room. I must quickly get some ice water, gather up my book and the computer and run up the steps. No talking is allowed. (although I do tell him to be home by 11:30pm after taking her home)
I am in exile in my own house.
For the first time in 38 years, I wish we had a TV in the bedroom......
Sorry no photos. The camera is downstairs. Come back tomorrow and hopefully I will have photos of the doll quilt, tote bag and the furniture that hubby is building...
if I am allowed to go downstairs tomorrow.