My pregnancy hormones are raging right now. I am angry, frustrated, weepy…. just an all around mess.
I was cleaning out the boys’ closet today, after deciding it was time to start on this project. After all, in a few months, there will be 3 in that room. Well, I came across the boys old halloween costumes from a few years ago. When Lucy was born, we did a Peter Pan theme. It was perfect. I had Lucy’s costume custom made, since she was still so little.
Well, I decided to pack away all of the costumes together for safe keeping, and I noticed a little spot on Lucy’s costume. I washed it off and hung it outside to dry. About an hour later, I sent Ashley outside to get the costume. Wouldn’t you know it? The dog had eaten the buttons off and destroyed most of the costume. How this stupid dog got ahold of this costume, I don’t know. I thought I’d hung it high enough to keep it away from her. Apparently, I was wrong.
I’ve not been able to stop crying about this. All I wanted was to put this away for safe keeping so that Lucy could one day pass it on to her own baby girl.
Here’s what the damage looks like:
If there are any sewers who would be willing to repair this, or make me a duplicate, I would gladly pay. I am just heartbroken that this one is ruined, and have to do something to replace it.
Man, I NEED a good day. Something good has to happen soon, or I’m going to fall apart!