We just spent two days in Indiana visiting friends. Two whole days away from the tv and I'm feeling a little better. Well, yeah, not really. I kept thinking that I'd feel so much better when everyone was evacuated. The impatient panicky feeling has subsided. But now the reality of how bad everything truly desperately f'ing sucks has sunk in and I feel calmly worse. I'm back to watching tv. I keep feeling like the only thing I can really do, besides donating to red cross, is to bear witness. I think my family is planning an intervention to get me off the tv. I'm not used to being a Mom at times like these. No self-indulgent mopey tantrums, can't get stinking drunk, can't watch tv 24-7, can't stand around the water cooler sharing your shock and awe with your coworkers. Luckily Tim is home this week for vacation. Hopefully we'll be able to keep our days action packed and fun filled and focus our attention until 8pm (bedtime) on the happy Lang family.
Craft-wise I'm derailed. I'm going to force myself back into it. I found this vintage dishtowel at an antique mall this weekend that I thought would work for this month's tie one on.
Should turn out cute if I don't botch it.
