Quitting Time For Sure
Posted By jayna on April 23, 2009
12:30 in the morning. The house is quiet, except for the herd of cats imitating elephants on the stairs and the deafening hum of my sewing machines. So maybe not so much on the quiet, I suppose.
Either way, things went completely silent mere seconds after I went to switch off my machines and close up shop for the night.
Silent and dark.
Very, very dark.
I have my workspace set up in this house’s dungeon of a basement. Right next to the furnace and water heater and all that fun stuff. It’s a wonderfully cozy little location. Unfortunately, when the power goes out and everything goes dark, it’s a very disturbing location to be in. Things creak. And crackle. And thump. And shins and toes can easily go bump.
Just before I was plunged into darkness, I had started to clean up the mess that surrounded my chair. Spools of thread, mountains of fabric scraps, scissors, rotary blades, pens, boxes, compressed air cans. A landmine of things to trip over. And there I was, listening to the potential boogyman hiding in the corner, trying to navigate through my mess enough to not trip and smack my head on the table. Add in the three cats that decided they needed to become one with my feet and I was lucky to make it out alive.
I like to claim I’m not afraid of the dark, but a few more times of being stuck in the dungeon like that and I’ll be plugging in the night light.
Or at least stashing a flashlight in my sewing table.
A 32-month pregnant (I'm thinking that's how long it feels like you've been pregnant) woman should not have to fumble around in the dark. I'm pretty sure there is a law somewhere.
Quit it, hon. You're caught up. You're about to pop. Take it as easy as you can with a toddler in tow.
And get that mother of yours to move the sewing machine upstairs or I'll have words with her! :)