As it usually happens my answer to prayer came through someone else. A dear friend from my teenage years, came to me with a proposition. She wanted to do a baby boutique with western items, but wanted a partner. I said sure, I could make a few things. Well bless her heart she signed us up for a craft show. I thought holy cow, do I want in that much? Will it interfere with my family? She knew me, like she always has, and pushed me. It has been great! I have a reason to clean my house and play with MaKatie, so that during nap time I can work on a boutique project. Do you get this? I am motivated to get up and clean and do all the mundane mommy tasks again, because I have something else to do after. My house is cleaner, laundry kept up better, dinners with more enthusiasm, etc. (Confession- I still do most of it in my pajamas though. They are just comfortable. When you start to stop by unannounced then I might get dressed more often.) We had our first craft show for the Lazy K Boutique. We sold a few things and got our business card out to quite a few. For a closer up sampling of some of our projects look for us on Facebook. We are still creating our product line and working the kinks out. But I have sure enjoyed it.
Add that with a celebration of our 5 year anniversary. And we're really talking. MaKatie went to visit a set of her favorite grandparents for the weekend, so Bryant and I could spend some time together by ourselves. It was so nice to get out and not worry about not being too late because we have a sitter or how is she doing with the new sitter, etc. I didn't have to feel guilty playing without her cause I knew she would be having fun with Grandma and Grandpa. I forgot that when you both aren't carrying baby or baby related items, you can hold hands and he can open your door for you again. It was good to feel like a "girl" again. To be reminded that to my dear husband at least I am more than just a mommy and maid. (Not that he treats me that way at home, but a little extra is nice occasionally.)
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