Just call me Suzy

Allow me to introduce myself. Suzy. Suzy Homemaker.

This afternoon, I found that Jack had pulled his crib bumper completely away from the crib slats and was trying to use it to construct some sort of scale replica of the Titanic during naptime.

The corner where one would tie the two ends together had no more ties on it. He had pulled them off and threw them out onto the floor, along with his socks. So I figured, "I am an adult. I can fix this."

So I went and got my handy-dandy sewing kit. Wait? You didn't think I had a sewing kit, much less one that I could put my hand right on? Oh ho ho, you would be wrong. I received one as a wedding gift and because I have a photographic memory of the inventory of this house and it's storage spaces, I knew it was in the TV cabinet in the guest room. Isn't that where you store your sewing kit?

Moving on. I got out the sewing kit, nevermind that it was the first time since I received it at a wedding shower three years ago that I have actually used it, and found white thread and a needle.

I took it into the bedroom, threaded the needle on the VERY FIRST TRY thankyouverymuch, and got down to bizniz. About 10 minutes later, both ties were secured in a tight fashion and I was crowing about my accomplishment to Josh.

Josh, who was nonplussed and muttered, "You've never even sewn a button on for me." He's such a hater. Always trying to bring me down. But not today my friend, not today.

As I type this, a loaf of pumpkin bread is in the oven. Yesterday I cleaned the entire kitchen and then wiped the counters down several more times throughout the day because they were looking streaky. I swear to God, I am entertaining thoughts of making Jackson's Halloween costume. I am also contemplating a plan for peace in the Middle East and I think I might be able to eradicate AIDS in Africa.

Anybody need anything while I am up?