Crazy Days aren't always Mondays!

Yep! You heard me right! I know it's not Monday, but have you ever felt like all the days in a week were Monday? This week feels like every morning that I've woke up has been a Monday. The longer the day has gone, the more it has felt like a Monday. By the time the day has ended, it sure has felt like the next day should be Tuesday, or even maybe Sunday. I wake in the morning, knowing full well what day it is, and have a sense of deja vu that I'm starting all over again!

Ever have days like that? I've felt this week has gone round in circles, back and forth round and round again! I can't seem to get anything done. I started the week with 3 hours in a doctors office, have gained some ground since then, but...the rest of the things that normally happen in the day, have repeated and repeated all week long. No matter what I've tried to do to change them, they keep on keeping on! I'm still trying to figure out what part of "NO" others don't understand. What I wouldn't give for about 3 weeks of being able to do nothing but sit and sew, cut and sew, cut and sew, I could get many things accomplished, started and finished that I want to. Do you think that will ever happen?? I'm really wondering if it will in this lifetime.. and if it does what I'm going to have to do to make it happen!

I'm seriously considering escaping to Timbuktu, or another place like that. Maybe an exotic island someplace uninhabited by anyone under the age of 30? The occasional visitor under this age would be great, but not more than once a month, or maybe once a year! Two legged mammals under this age definitely inhibit the creative processes! Make me think irrationally, now... I can't honestly say that... I don't need an irrational thought process to spend irrational amounts on fabric, or anything else for that matter!

I have been trying very hard to get my granddaughter's lovely quilt finished for her birthday. It's beautiful, she knows its hers, how she knows this I will never know. She's not old enough to realize this! But she takes it when I'm not looking and covers up with the top! Her antics are what is making it hard to get anything done. She has now figured out that any scrap piece of fabric, or larger can be used to cover herself, the dog, the cat or her doll baby up. So I am constanty hunting down the last piece that I know I had for the last block I am working on! oops... where was she last... I know that is where that fabric went to!

The Center of my granddaughter's Quilt