I am still waiting to hear about the job. The interview went really, really well. I feel fairly confident. Until I think about it too much.
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We survived camping. While I’ll never feel the need to sit around and talk about the acquisition of stuff (cars, bigger and better camping equipment, all the crap that can be had at CostCo), I do appreciate the similar parenting styles between me and the other parents we camped with. That they keep an eye out for my kid. That they did all the cooking of meals and all I had to contribute were random snacks and stuff to occupy the kids at random times (water balloons, bubbles, books). That 2 of the mums have sisters who are single mums and another one of the mums was raised by a single mum, so they have a good idea where I’m coming from.
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Slowly, but surely, I am getting over my fear of my sewing machine. My next project is a grocery bag tube. I’ve also got plans to make a Superman pillow for The Mook’s pretend brother, Max, who turned 5 today. The pillow involves a zipper, so I’m grateful my mum is coming into town so she can coach me during that process. I also have plans for making some twirly skirts out of t-shirts (from Generation T) and some comfy pants out of t-shirts (from Rookie Moms).
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Friday’s psychotherapy session was good. When I first saw the dr, my first reaction was to ask for another therapist. I mean, how could a 60 yr old East Indian man relate to what I had to say. But…he listened. I have another appointment on Thursday and a big long questionnaire to complete to get into the heart of some issues.
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I need to have a good think about Critter. I’m going thru that phase where I wonder whether sharing my bed with him is really a good idea. And when I mean ’sharing my bed’, I mean just that. He often spends the night and bunks with me. I just think that is something I need to reserve for an intimate relationship. Mind you, we’ve had sex a couple of times in the last month or so, but it’s wholly unsatisfying. Well, some good moments, but he is not what I need. Not what I want. Not what I deserve. I should have someone in my bed who is a partner. Someone who will rise with me in the morning and make coffee while I shower. Not a man who will shake me awake at 2 am to ask if I have a t-shirt he can wear to bed. To which I responded “You woke me up to ask me that?”. Yes. Snarky even when half-asleep.
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Spending time with couples reminded me what didn’t work in my marriage. What I need from a relationship. Hell…how relationships should work. As one couple puts it, she nags and he digs. And it works. I need me some of that. How do people make it work? Hell, how do people find each other in the first place?
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I really like this song.
I love sewing. Wish I more time for it these days. Good luck on the sack tube. That was one of my first projects, too! Now I can sew clothes, make curtains, quilt… you name it. It’s a great craft… fun and useful.
I’m not sure if I would ever have the patience for quilting or making clothing, but I’m certainly hoping to acquire the skills to at least alter clothing. With all my 2nd-hand shopping, being able to alter clothing purchases would be ideal.