Joining Ginny and Nicole.
I have very little to write about regarding these past two weeks. These photos were taken two weeks ago after our first snowfall of the year. It was only a few inches, but it was more than enough for the occasional snowball fight and a few little snowmen. The next day, the plague hit our house. Everyone has been taken ill with some sort of chest cold, sinus cold, fever or cough. As soon as they recover, another cold hits two or three days later. My ears have been clogged for the last week, which I suppose one could argue is not necessarily a bad thing as it helps me drown out the crying, whining and sobbing of the three sick littles. As I sit here and write this, Caleb is asleep upstairs but I can hear him coughing, Sam is sniffing on the couch, and Eddie is laying her feverish head in my lap, only lifting it periodically to sip some orange juice and lick her tiny parched lips. We are a pathetic bunch.
I did finish my Hollows shawl. It’s too big to block here so I brought it over to my parents house to block it in my mother’s knitting studio. I hope to have one of those one day. As you can see from my kitchen table, my creative endeavors have added to the mess and chaos in our house.
I did receive a delightful package from Quince and Co! Phoebe in the colorway Mars for a pair of welted fingerless gloves for a girlfriend and Owl Tweet in the colorways Jay and Russet for a Roar hat for Sam. I’m almost done with the ribbing for Sam’s hat. I don’t know if I will have it done in time for the first night of Chanukah but I should have it done before the last.
I hope everyone is having a good pre-Christmas/Chanukah week.
Merry Christmas. Happy Chanukah. May your holiday be blessed with good health, family, friends, and lots of holiday cookies.
And maybe some new yarn.
Joining Ginny and Nicole.
Yesterday was hard. I screwed up. A lot. Both as a mother and a friend. Sam woke up in the middle of the night with a runny nose and I couldn’t go back to sleep for hours. I slept through my alarm. There was tantrum after tantrum, and instead of handling the situation with patience and grace, I yelled. A lot. My mother had car trouble and I rushed to pick her up, forgetting to cancel my knitting date at my house with a friend who I hadn’t seen in a while. Something I had been looking forward to for weeks. It took multiple texts from her (while she waited in my driveway) before I realized what I had done. I was late picking Sam up from school. I missed the window for Caleb’s nap and when I tried to lay him down he was so frantic and over tired he refused to sleep for the rest of the day. I accidentally fed Eddie sour milk. I ran out of diapers. Caleb scooted/zombie crawled over to a pile of folding chairs we had leaning against the wall and pulled one down on himself. He’s fine, but it scared the shit out of me. I gave up on cooking and ordered Dominos. For lunch. I mopped the floor and while I was putting the mop away, Eddie threw up on the floor.
As the day progressed, the family cold that I had managed to avoid the past two weeks seemed to finally catch up with me and my head began to pound and my throat started to ache. More tantrums. More yelling. More tears. It was like I couldn’t stop screwing up. It’s incredibly rare that I go to bed at night feeling like a failure in all aspects of my life but yesterday was one of those days. The house was in total disarray. After the kids went to bed, I cleaned up and took a hot shower and cried into a large cup of tea (okay, fine, half tea, half whiskey). I decided not to knit, and instead curled up on the couch in front of the fire with a blanket and watched trashy television for two hours.
Yesterday was rough, but I’m determined that today will be better. Gabe is out of town for the next few days and I refuse to spend those days wallowing in self pity. As I type this, Eddie is screaming on the floor because her favorite dress is dirty and I won’t let her wear it. My optimism is already waning.
Yesterday was bad. Today will be better. If I say it enough, perhaps it will become true.
This post was supposed to be about my knitting but I ended up whining instead. Let’s focus on happy stuff now. Yarn makes everything better.
I finished my test knit for sam lamb. She will make the pattern available shorty and I highly recommend trying it out, especially if you are relatively new to colorowork. It’s not too complex and it’s so fun to see little lambs appear before your eyes as the pattern progresses. Although I knit the adult size, Sam is modeling it for me because I’m terrible at selfies. Must be a generational thing. This was my first attempt at knitting continental. I think I did an okay job. I didn’t catch my floats either, and even after blocking there is a spot where it pulls a bit because my tension is off. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m a novice at continental or because I didn’t catch my floats.
I’m still working on my Hollows shawl. I’m nearly half way through. Once I finish, I will start on Chanukah gifts. In the meantime, I’m enjoying making something just for me.
Joining Ginny and Nicole.
I started the Hollows shawl a few days ago. While it’s slow going (as most lace projects are), I am enjoying this pattern immensely. The yarn is so soft and I just love my color choice. I did a quick test knit this weekend for sam lamb. It’s blocking right now and I’ll show off the finished product when it’s done, but I couldn’t resist giving you a sneak peek because, well, lambs.
This is the second week of Sam attending a “real” preschool. I enrolled him at the local Montessori school and he wuvva it. Our current co-op is just a little below his level and he was getting bored. The only other co-op in our area that has a pre-school class doesn’t allow you to bring other children unless they are enrolled and since I’m not a fan of leaving my two year old and 6 month old home alone for four hours a day, I figured I needed to enroll Sam in a different pre-school.
It’s only four days a week for a few hours. Just enough time for me to get home and get a few chores done with one less child. Even better, I’ve been spending more quality time with Eddie, which she is loving. Mostly we read books but sometimes she likes to serve me tea or watch a Disney movie together. She is obsessed with Cinderella and insists that she has a fairy godmother somewhere out there. Wouldn’t that be nice if it were true?
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends.