BrunetteMama

but i am doing better. i just recently went on a sleeve shortening bout. first, my neighbor wanted me to cut the sleeves off of his chef’s coat, cause they are allowed to have short sleeves as long as they are hemmed (not sure that is what its called on a sleeve, but you get the idea). well, they turned out pretty good, i even double stiched them, cause i know they get washed alot. then i got a sweater as a christmas gift, but it was yellow and pink, so i did not try to wear it until about 3 weeks ago. well, it turns out it has a big pull in the sleeve. so now it is a 3/4 length sleeved sweater. go me!!!

my next project is to turn one of my old ripped up pairs of jeans into a jean skirt. i just finished ripping the seams. i’ll let ya know how it turns out!

i am coming to the end of my rope living with my parents. my daughter is the best thing that has ever happened to me. that said, she’s a handful. i have a certain parenting style that seems to work with her. it is “if you really want it you will do it yourself” and “go ahead an scream, it won’t change my mind or get you what you want”. what is NOT working is the mix of my style, we’ll call it: tough love, with my parents style, we’ll call it: let the grands fix it. last night was a prime example. she did not want to get dressed. so i shut the bathroom door and explained to her that neither of us would be leaving that room until she put her clothes on. so she screamed, and screamed, and SCREAMED. then she gave in. but before i could call it a victory, there was a minor setback. all the time she was screaming she was calling for my mom, who knows better than to intervene when i am in the midde of a power struggle. my father on the other hand, who thinks he is still the boss of me – and thusly can tell me how to raise my kid – had to come and make sure that everything was alright. yes, everything is fine. no, we dont need your help. no, we dont need you to sit her down and explain to her how not listening is bad and hurts everyones feelings. what i need is for her to put her clothes on. and to do it for only two reasons. one – it is dinner time and two(and maybe more importantly)- because I SAID SO.

now, i love my parents. i am so very grateful that they have opened their home to us in our time of need. i am just really hoping that some time in the NEAR future baby girl and i can move into our own place, so there will be no more confusion as to who is boss and what the rules are. plus it is getting a little cramped with all of our stuff pushed into the one room we share.

i love to anaylize everyone else. i try to take in all the factors: personality, emotion, setting, environmental influences. then i offer a well considered opinion that i do not expect to be accepted, but one that i hope will give insight and/or open up dialogue. on the other hand, when it comes to myself, i tend to be cutthroat and judgemental. i know why i’m doing the dumb sh*t i’m doing, i just can’t seem to stop myself. or maybe i don’t want to. it kind of feels like pennance. and it kind of feels like crap.