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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Whoops! I forgot

 I swear, I am the WORST blogger.  I finished Alex's Kindling Season and I even posted photos on Facebook but I totally forgot to blog about it.  Actually...that might not have been such a bad thing because I'm back to knitting things that I'm not allowed to share and if it weren't for this, I'd have nothing to show you.

I ended up making only two modifications to the pattern.  First, I worked four extra rows before I
put the sleeve stitches on hold.  That gave him a little more room in the underarms (I feel like I've already told you this... if so, pretend you're reading it for the first time, lol).  Second, I added 1.25" to the sleeves before working the cuff.  He has long arms (wonder where he got those).  Anyhow, he loves the sweater and the buttons that I got from Katie Wescott's etsy shop, Katrinkles. 

In other news, I'm busier than normal.  I know!  How is that possible?!  Well it is.  That makes me cranky and tired, and a lousy blogger, lol.  I find myself staring at a blank post (or tweet, or FB status update) and I just have nothing interesting to say.  I feel pulled in a very non-creative direction right now.  Maybe it's the Applied Statistics class, or maybe it's all of the appointments and follow-ups with the boys, or maybe it's the crushing weight of trying to stay on top of "all the things". 

I also find myself feeling completely disinterested in many of the things I usually like.  I can't find anything decent to watch on tv.  I don't know what to knit (for fun).  I want to talk to someone on the phone but I have nothing to say.  This isn't depression.  It's sleep deprivation.  I've fought this cycle before and I know what I have to do, but the pain in my back/neck isn't making that easy.  Neither is the long, long list of things that need to get done (the high priority list, not the stuff that can slide another week).  Neither is the constant need to play mediator to the men in my family, lest they kill each other and leave me to clean up that mess too, lol. 

And on that note, I've got to go in and finish putting away the groceries, breaking down the family pack of chicken before it goes in the freezer, mop my floors, clean the cat box, take the trash out, pick up my husband's prescription at the pharmacy, make sure the boys eat lunch, go make sure they're actually getting dressed like I told them to about 15 minutes ago, plan dinner, do homework, and later pick my husband up from the T-station in South Attleboro where I dropped him this morning at quarter-to-9 am.  Happy Mother's Day!