There is another relationship besides my relationship with this blog that has suffered a bit since Bert came along.
Allow me to elaborate...
I'm someone who's always trying to figure out the whole "time management" thing.
I'm sure most of you can relate, right?
Even before having Bert, I spent most days feeling like I was constantly playing catch-up, constantly trying to keep all the balls up in the air, constantly letting go of one thing or another in order to end the day in a semi-organized state.
Between my duties at the store and my (completely lame) attempts at keeping the house neat and my time spent visiting friends & family and my (also completely lame) attempts at physical fitness (the occasional walk and/ or yoga class), there was always still just enough time left over for a date with...
the sewing machine.
(Did you think I was going to say something else?)
But now that I have a baby...
Oh my, time management has been brought to a whole different level.
To be clear, it is a wonderful state of un-organizedness I now find myself in.
Lately I can't deny that we're drifting apart.
Over the course of the last few weeks I can tell the sewing machine is getting jealous of the baby, growing resentful of my time away.
I've come to the conclusion that I've got to crank everything up a notch if I am ever going to have time with my sewing machine again and I do NOT want to neglect that relationship.
So, in an effort to patch things up, I have a date with my sewing machine this Saturday night.
I've lined up a babysitter and picked out a special outfit and everything.
I just hope it's not too late to rekindle some of the romance we used to share.
We're going to have to work hard in order to make time for each other in the coming years, but I think we just might be able to do it.