Last week was a crazy momming week. So Wednesday night I declared “I am going to Trader Joe’s after dinner, you put the kids to bed.” Mostly because I needed to get out of the house for a little bit alone and we didn’t have anything to eat for breakfast the next morning. As I was driving out of the Trader Joe’s parking lot I should have gone right to head home. However my car headed left toward the JoAnne Fabric store. I had no list of things I needed to go there for, but I think I needed some fabric therapy. I walked the isles and patted the fabric. Checked out what was on sale. I left with only one piece of fabric and a sense of calm.
