What happens.....

What happens on your last day of work before the holiday break?

I drink a regular latte, run around the office like crazy, do a jig and walk out the door at 3:30 sharp.

What happens when you invite fellow sewers over and your sewing machine disappoints you?

I pout, eat cherry bread and try and persevere until someone else helps figure out SOME of the problem.

What happens when your bobbin runs out and your company( rescuers) are gone?

I re-read the manual and realize that bobbin tension is important to check.

What happens when your sewing machine works well at 11:00 and you are running on adrenaline?

I sew till 12:30, eat too many cookies, and pray that my son will sleep in.

What happens when you hear the Thomas the Tank Engine song in your ear at 6 a.m.?

I invite the singer into my bed and take cover as an hour of flailing and flipping ensues.

What happens when you are up early, 22 weeks pregnant, and it is snowing out?

I plan to stay in my p.j.'s tackle Christmas projects, hope to get more sewing done, negotiate movie viewing with my toddler, and hopefully be encouraged (aka driven to the gym) by my husband to work off the cookies I put on my bum

So enough typing, I am off to "work" in my p.j.'s