Family steps up, Career steps aside.

 
 
These are my parents.

I was raised by my grandparents since I was two years old and they have been my parents ever since. On Wednesday before market my father took a nasty fall in the evening and landed himself right in the hospital. Once there they discovered that he had a severe infection in his blood, is suffering from a heart disorder that affects his oxygenation, has had some small strokes and is stubborn as a bull. Oh wait, we already knew that part.

I found all of this out on Thursday. Around 1pm. I was getting ready for my fabric 2.0 meet and greet with other sewing, fabric and crafting bloggers, which also equated *for me* to an experience of a lifetime. You could say that I was under a little bit of stress. I managed to get all of the information that I needed from home, get the kiddos off to grandma's, head to the event and not seem incredibly overwhelmed. Although, I definitely wasn't at my best. I will get to all of the exciting details of whom I met, where, when, and how in my next post.

During market, during pitching the ideas of my life, during everything since then, I've also been juggling coordinating things at home. Home, by the way, is Dodge City, Kansas. Yes, I am a Portlander. It is my new home and I don't foresee leaving ever. But, Kansas will always be home.

We are a part of the sandwich generation. I've heard the term. I hate the term and yet, now I am the term. We are sandwiched between taking care of our children and our parents. In my case, my parents just happen to be a lot older than they should be. My family is and always has been my priority. My business is my passion and it can wait. Family can not wait.

With that, I will be closing down kung fu bambini for the time being. The girls and I are braving a 24 hour drive to the Old West in mid-June and staying until things are taken care of. Right now, I don't even know what "taken care of" entails. It could mean home health care, it could mean assisted living, it could mean just stocking the pantries with food, putting up some more railings and hiring someone to check in on them now and then. I wish it meant drugging them, piling them into the backseat and hauling their stubborn behinds to Oregon where I could look after them myself, but they won't leave the city limits. Seriously.

I hope to be back by early July, but we are playing it by ear. There will be changes for kung fu bambini, and changes for me I am sure. For you, well, you'll probably hear from me more often!

I fully plan to get to everything about market. Very soon in fact. But now you know where my head has been.