I needed to roll up my sleeves, leave the children in the care of their video-game-playing father, and get to freaking work.
I had too much neurotic energy. And I was worried how things were going to pan out after The Husband went back to work.
Luckily, we had a lovely morning at the park:
... and I built a desk. Where I will put my brand new sewing machine. Yes, you heard me: I am going to sew something. Hopefully it won't be an epic disaster.
My brother was very helpful in tempering my sewing-related-anxieties, and I quote: "I'm pretty sure it's something that takes years to become even decent at, or else everyone would be sewing shit up, making their own clothes and blankets."
I am determined to give him a quilt for his birthday. SEWING SHIT UP!