a spider and his web


I came this close to bombing the halloween costumes this year. Trick-or-treat night just happened to coincide with family sick week. And nothing makes me lose track of time faster than getting up five times a night and 8 hours of cartoons a day. Friday I sent the boys off to school with germs in check and it suddenly occurred to me what day it was.

By the time Caleb came home I had completely destroyed the studio. We’re talking bits of fabric, thread, and ribbon everywhere. And all that chaos had turned me into a walking panic attack. So I recruited him to man the scissors and mark button holes. Between the two of us we somehow turned out the costumes with minutes to spare, throw the kids in the car, and make it to the festivities downtown.

All these brushes with extreme procrastination are teaching me nothing.

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