Holy Hormonal! Not sure if it's the impending days o' fun with Aunt Flo or the impending birthday that is only a few days a way, but I am a basket case the past few days.
Having a baby changes everything, especially your hormones. Mine....very sensitive. Never was much of a crier until I had Mia. Now I cry at commercials and blog posts and songs on the radio and I'm pretty sure I could break out in a massive tear fest if I thought too hard and too long about my girl. Pathetic. But it's me, so embrace it right?
To the point...
When I was a kid I had a toy box. Not sure where it came from, but I know I've always had it. It used to be filled with toys, but then it became a place to put stuff I didn't have any other place for and made home in the back of my closet at my parents house. It's moved with me and I really haven't given it much attention until Mia came along. It has yellowed, stained, but the stickers that were put on there still remain. Even a sticker on the inside from my Dad's company circa 1980s. It's one of those projects I've been wanting to do since she's been here. Well Saturday, she has been "here" 2 years and I was bound and determined this year to make it happen.
So last night, after the lil' one hit the crib, the garage, my toy box and my glass of wine had a date. I sanded and primed and painted for a few hours. I'm excited for what it will be and how it will make it's way through Mia's life (and I would be lying if I didn't think about how a potential 2nd child could be affected by the fact that his/her sister got Mom's childhood toy box).
So tonight, because I don't have 213 other things to be doing for Mia's party, I will spend a few more hours in the garage (and hopefully with another glass of wine) finishing it.
I'm emotional about it. It's a piece of my childhood that I'm passing onto my daughter. What will she be doing with it when she is 33?
Just hope I can manage to finish it with less tears involved. Who is this sappy woman I've turned into. Just call me Sensitive Sally.