Between building with blocks, riding bikes, and a visit to the library, I managed to find a few spare moments to sew patches. The rhythm of the needle in my hand provided calm (and sanity) I desperately needed.
I am amazed at how fast I can acquire holes in my pants, this one was huge. No one told me that was in the job description when I decided to be a mom. Guess I should have read the fine print.
The patches are scraps from a shortened skirt.