I’m trying to get back into quilting. Two hours of “quilting” translates (roughly) to 1.3 diaper changes, 48 minutes of nursing, 49 minutes of trying to keep thomas entertained, eight minutes of making/drinking coffee, three minutes of eating a pretzel, ten minutes of trying to get the dog out of my way, at least an hour of staring blankly at my supplies and sketches (remember, nursing can be done at the same time as other things), and… what’s left? Maybe ten minutes of progress?
It’s a good thing this kid’s cute.
Oh, I have been there. I have BEEN. THERE.