Keeping it Real
I am a real person. I will never lie here.
But there are things that I don’t really go into…
I will never go into my personal life too much because that’s what it is. Personal.
I don’t talk too much about or post pictures of Sean because methinks he isn’t too comfortable with that but he is here and I love him to bits. <3
I’ve never mentioned or whined about the finally-diagnosed autoimmune disease that has be wreaking havoc on my body and life for the past 17.5 months (it was triggered by Liam’s pregnancy) and all the doctors that wouldn’t listen to me.
I worry that people judge me and blame me for my kids’ gross motor and speech delays which is why I never say too much about them. Maeve didn’t walk until 18 months (long before quilting was a daily part of life 😉 ) and has an IEP for speech therapy. An itinerant teacher also spends time with her in preschool every week. Liam isn’t walking and last week officially got the label from the county’s Early Intervention services of severely delayed in gross motor and expressive speech and delayed in receptive speech.
I try not to complain about day-to-day mommy issues. Like the never-ending whining or why won’t he let me give him a bath or why do they have to pull every last toy off the shelves every day? When I go read my blog, that’s not what I want to read so I don’t post it.
I will never speak of my political or religious views. ‘Nuff said. Don’t ask.
I will never air dirty laundry or bash people or complain about non-paying buyers or complain (too much) about Etsy’s ineptness. It just seems to lack in professionalism.
My house is not perfectly clean. My baseboards have dust in places! When I look back on my life 50 years from now do I want to remember kids, husband and a love of quilting or kids, husband and clean baseboards? That answer is pretty clear to me.
I do sew a lot. And yes, I do have two little kids. But keep in mind that my kids are little and go to bed early and one still takes long naps. A lot of people ask how I ‘churn out’ so many quilts. Honestly, I’m never sure quite how to respond to those messages so I usually don’t.
Friday is my day. I sew my Jane blocks and rarely respond to any ‘work’ emails/convos on that day. It’s just how it is.
So if life ever seems perfect based on what is posted here, well, it’s not always perfect, but it’s pretty damn good. We have our share of problems and difficulties, but we also have these moments:
And with that said, I’m off to take Mr. Liam to physical therapy in hopes of him walking … eventually.