Zippers

An ugly coat. Big, puffy, and turquoise. Like deep sea glimmering turquoise. Its mass engulfing my sewing machine like a giant squid ready to squirt copious amounts of ink. I tackled it. I ripped its stitches. Took out the broken teeth that captures its prey. I hunkered down and pulled it taught willing the fabrics underneath to match the ones on the surface. Brilliant magicalness (not a real word) I beat the beast! I put in a new shiny zipper! I don’t even know the owner of this thing, a friend of a friend asked me to fix it. I don’t do zippers. But tonight I triumphed!

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Hopefully

I took the phone call. It was the fifth of the morning. Six spreadsheets were open. 43 e-mails returned. I was making strides with the work day and it was only 11am. I tried a new strategy when it was time to feed Cody again – turn off my phone, walk away from the computer, and read books to R&R while nursing rather than checking e-mails with my thumbs. It was successful! Relaxing even. Then I smelled the pee. I sniffed every rump including the dog. Couldn’t find the source. Distraction won and I forgot the thought. Lunch, more work and then it was nap time. Trying to time naps with three kids of varying ages is like trying to catch a group of lizards in your house. Ask my friend Martha, she knows.

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