So I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with this post. I have just renewed my site, and I’m not sure why other than I like the address: Meisaj.com and have had it for years upon years now.

I post way less than the past. Sam and I had talked before having Marceline that we didn’t want to post tons of pictures of her all over social media. Considering we both stopped using Facebook (and yes I know Instagram is owned by Facebook, and I’m considering dropping that also), it wasn’t a hard decision to stick by.

However all my days are centered around Marceline right now. So if I don’t post about her, what am I posting about.

And then my button fell off the shirt I’m wearing.

I’m not sure who else wears button down shirts when they hang around the house most of the day, but I am that person. A friend came over the other day and I didn’t have a button down shirt on. She remarked that it was very odd to see me without one on.

I went to our craft closet, which is probably the only place in the house that hasn’t been organized since we moved in almost two years ago. It’s a mess. Everything else in this house has been rearranged or clean at least once, if not several times, but our craft closet, not so much.

Shows how much we craft. I couldn’t find any white string, and got to thinking, who cares. I’m not working right now and even if I did go back to work half of my button shirts have been puked, pooped, spit up or otherwise covered in Marceline’s bodily fluids in one way or another, counting this one, so it would likely never see the inside of a school or office that I would work in, so why not use a different color. Red was the first string I saw so I grabbed it.

Honestly, I think it looks fine. And really, who cares.

Sewing a shirt button led to all sorts of reminiscing about the past. I think I learned to sew in 8th grade maybe. Was it 7th? We had to take a Home Ec class. Do they even have Home Ec anymore?

I made some Piggie Boxers in that class. So that would have been what… 1992 or 1993? I still have them in them in the back of my underwear drawer. Wore them as pajamas for a long time.

They still fit almost 30 years later. They are draw string, but the pattern they gave me to make them must have been huge. I was what, 80 pounds in 8th grade? Maybe 90 at most. Whatever, glad I kept them. Go Piggies.

Anyways, Marceline is waking up, which means reminiscing is done. But, while she slept I wrote several pages in her journal, did laundry, put my cast iron skillet in the oven to season, made a grocery list, did my push ups, took a shower, and sewed a button on my shirt. Not bad for two hours of free time.