Bannished

My dear, sweet, charming, cute, funny, loving hubby has decided for my emotional health, I am to be banished to my mother's. I think it's for his emotional health!

This prompted a funny thought: If all mothers could be banished away whenever they got stressed out, there would be no mothers around to take care of their children. Lucky for me, I get to bring my child with me during my exile. (Or lucky for my hubby!)

So, I am going to sew the next few days away, making aprons to post on my saucy frocks site, and get my mind back in working order again. I wonder if my mom has any fluffy white robes and slippers to wear. I feel like I'm going to the sanitarium, in a way. I guess this is good for me. I need a breather. Sew.... breathe.... sew..... breathe.... sew some more. There will probably be some eating of chocolate in there somewhere, as well.