Don’t Throw the Baby Out with the Bath Water

My brain forgets a lot of things.  I’d like to blame multiple sclerosis, but maybe that’s just my crutch.

At other moments in my life (when I felt much smarter) I took German classes in high school.  I took German classes in college.  I also had the opportunity to live in Germany when I was stationed in Katterbach.

Yet somehow, only a few things from all those lessons tumble around in my head.

How to order beer.

The food.  The oh-so-delicious food.  You can bet, I learned very quickly how to order food!

How to stay out of the left lane on the Autobahn to preserve my own life.

And, how to say a few random phrases  and idioms that won’t get me far in life.

One of which struck me today:

Das Kind mit dem Bade ausschütten.

That idiom won’t get me a beer or food, but it has stuck in my brain for all these years.


What made me think of “don’t throw the baby out with the bath water?

Probably me getting rid of something good in order to avoid having to feel something bad yesterday.

My answer to the call of a restless spirit?

It was easier to just get rid of everything at once, good and bad, than have to be more composed and discerning.

Who wants to be composed, thoughtful and discerning when you can be as drastic as you want for just a little while?

In a matter of minutes, I erased most of my website, thinking I was done with it for good, only to come back and realize that it has been an outlet for me to grow in both quilting and avoiding solitude for a couple years now.

I threw the baby out with the bath water.

My erroneous thinking was that wiping away everything I enjoyed would eliminating any possibility that anything bad would find me and I could find some semblance of peace in my world that unexpectedly tipped upside down.

Okay, I suppose I didn’t throw the baby out with the bath water.  More or less, I had my own personal implosion.

Idioms just sound WAY better than admitting to a personal meltdown and drastic decisions.

They also sound better when you can pretend you actually retained some useless piece of knowledge over the span of decades and spout them off in a different language.

In all actuality, I just created a lot more work for myself by forgetting to look at the big picture of the life I’m trying to create.

I suppose, however, if there is one thing I’ve got, it’s a lot of time to do the work.  It just might have been better spent in more creative outlets (like the basket of 19 flimsy quilt tops that need backing, batting, quilting, and binding).


I thought that today I could simply sit down and figure out how to make it all reappear and organize it a little bit nicer.

But I am a little a lot less tech savvy than that.

So it’s probably going to take longer than expected to put everything back together again and find a new normalcy for things.

I guess that leaves a lot of possibility for what’s to come and how everything here will come back together again, but for someone as resistant to change as me, I’m hoping I learn my lesson:

Das Kind mit dem Bade ausschütten.

**and if I’m way off on that silly idiom, in my defense, I’ll pull that MS-card and remind you it has been a very, very long time since I sat in a German class.


I think I’ve burned enough time at the computer trying to restore order.  It’s time to quilt away some insomnia and hope for better things tomorrow!

Where I Go From Here

Yesterday, I found myself in a major meltdown of sorts. One of those moments that it’s always good to have no witnesses to. Perhaps that’s a uniquely Joy-thing. Anyhow, there are a couple of truths I’ve learned in life. First: No one calls me Joy. Well, I call me Joy. But I always seem to have some nickname

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