I haven't had enough sleep in a couple of days -- Candace and I set up for the Chocolate Show today and I've been up until all hours making product. I think that's the only thing wrong with handmade items -- they have to be made by hand.
I used to do any number of things by hand. I crocheted, I tatted, I did cross-stitch, I even tried my hand at knitting (although all I ever accomplished there was a scarf -- I can't do anything fancy). But that was BK -- Before Kids.
With every pregnancy, my patience drained out. Now I have four kids and no patience. One would hope that one's patience would increase as one had children -- well, I don't know who one is but one certainly isn't me. I can't sit down and spend hours creating things now. If I don't see results immediately, I'm out of there. My scrapbook pages are done in less than one minute or I won't do them. None of those twenty-minute layouts for me, thanks!
But where did my patience go? Certainly not into my children -- they're just as impatient as I am. I think it must have all just seeped out from my feet into the floor. I'd sure like to have it back.