Sew Tired

Remember this commercial?



This has been me since Friday morning.  But, you know, without the drugs. 

I cleaned the toy room and haven't stopped moving since.  For months, I've just been standing in the doorway, tossing things in and running before they hit the ground.  I figured it was time to get it back in working order. 

As a reward, I finally opened my Christmas present.  A sewing machine.  Then I just sat there and looked at it because I'm not really sure what to do with it.  I want to sew things so badly, but it's just sitting there, all shiny and white and intimidating.  Instead of sewing, I watched Downton Abbey.  After every episode, I walk back to the machine to see if it has threaded itself.  It never did so I watched the whole first season.  Now I'm addicted and the sewing machine still sits there. 

I desperately need a nap.