One of the things I am contractually obligated to do now that I am a SAHM in the suburbs is make Halloween costumes. Charlie wanted to be a fireman and I just didn't like any of the costumes I was able to find in stores, so I sucked it up and bought all the materials I needed to make his fireman suit. And then they sat in the Target, Michael's, and Hobby Lobby bags on the dining room table right next to my sewing machine for two weeks, taunting me and taking my procrastination ability to new levels.
Sunday night at nine I decided I just couldn't wait any longer. This was fun for Ryan because I am at my most patient and calm just before bedtime and I am like the John McEnroe of crafting. But with Turret's.
An hour in, I had re-threaded the machine three times, ripped out tangled bobbin threads more times than I can count, and possibly caused the neighbors to call 911 to report a domestic disturbance.
But the costume was coming together and, as it started to take shape, I started having fun and getting really excited about the finished product.
At eleven, I carefully packed everything back up so Charlie wouldn't see it and then went to bed. Yesterday after school I just couldn't take it anymore so I got the costume out and showed Charlie. Before I could even tell him what it was he shrieked "WOW! GOOD!!"
I put the finishing touches on last night and let Charlie try it on this morning. I had to bribe him with donuts to get him to take it off.
I don't know who is more excited.