Getting to like you
Getting to hope you like me.....
Ok, so I don't post a whole lot about my actual day to day life here. I stick to mainly quilty and stitchy stuff. But there is actually a real person behind all the pictures of fabric, thread and yarn. A person with a husband, three children, a cat, a dog, a job and a business.
This is me. Yes I'm eating ice cream at Ghirardelli's in San Francisco. I do that a lot. The ice cream eating, I mean, not the San Francisco part, although I'd love to go back soon.
I've been married for 16 years. Well, we did have a nearly two year separation, but we managed to keep it together and now things are better than they ever were. My husband runs a trucking company and I "get" to do all the daily bookkeeping type stuff. Not the kind of work I enjoy, at all. I don't complain about it
much one little bit though. My husband works very hard to provide for us and give us all we want need.
The three children in my life are growing up too quickly. The oldest is going to be 16 next week. *deep breath* he's 6 feet tall, facial hair, manly stuff going on *breathe out* Middle child is 13 and has just passed me in height, making him about 5'7". I'm feeling pretty little in the house these days, surrounded by these giant boys and their equally large friends. My youngest is a very special kid. She's 10 and all girl. She has a very rare chromosomal deletion. Rare as in 700 people worldwide have been diagnosed with the same thing. It's known as 22q13 in medical terms, but it also has a name, Phelan McDermid Syndrome It's a bit like autism in many ways. Repetition and schedules are our friends and when things get out of sync, it's very overwhelming for her. Many children who have Phelan McDermid Syndrome never speak. Let me tell you, that is NOT the case in our house. This girl never STOPS talking. Sometimes I wonder if we'd be luckier if it were the other way. I'm kidding of course. She started talking when she was 5 and it felt like such a blessing to us. Not only to hear what her sweet little voice sounded like, but because she could actually tell us things she needed. Like more cookies. Or a hug. Or for us to buy her bigger shoes because her toes were squished. That last one may or may not have happened quite recently.....
As for me? I work part time as a pastry chef. I went to culinary school just a few years ago while my husband and I were separated. It was what I always wanted to do, so I did it. Now I have a job I love and going to work doesn't feel like work. The only way it could get any better was if they paid me $50/hr and gave me fabric as a bonus.
Now it's your turn. Tell me something I don't know about you.