my pink life, mi vida rosada

Well, that escalated quickly. Tuessday, March 10 seems like a lifetime ago, when in reality was only 20 days ago. Sweet hubby's mom had been in the hospital for a couple of days; the economy was starting to tank, schools were on the brink of being canceled, rumors of everything shutting down for "social distancing" were rampant.... And now, here we are....Fully two weeks distanced, and no end in sight. Sweet hubby in Chile, where his mom has, indeed, been diagnosed with a pancreatic tumor, but cannot receive follow-up diagnosis nor treatment (other than pain medication) because of clinics closing after Covid-19 exposures. Sweet hubby in Chile, recovering from his own hospital adventure when he was diagnosed with diverticulitis.  Sweet hubby in Chile for at least another two weeks, as long as airlines will still fly him home to the states after two more weeks go by. I am here, at the house, with the three small children.  Peanut, Miss Middle, and "the baby....

It's March!  And life sure is marching right along, going by with so many things that my to-do list keeps getting pushed aside.  I hope that I am focusing on the people who are so important to me, although I do admit sometimes feeling frustrated that the projects I want to be working on are taking a back-seat.  The love seat continues to wait.  Smaller projects are coming out of the woodwork -- I sometimes think "I don't have anything to work on" but the reality is that my list of small projects has grown so long that it feels overwhelming, and to even begin thinking of the big project (loveseat) makes me resort to unproductive habits (thanks, internet and social media).  In trying to use up the scraps from my elephant shirt, I managed to cut the fronts and backs for two tees for the girls.  Not enough for sleeves, though....and then as I was putting the tank tops together, I had the thought...."what if I put a geranium ruffle on these?"  A...