These kids are making me crazy!!!
Being a stay-at-home mom is the hardest thing I've ever done. It's great to be able to watch your babies grow up and be there for them when you need them, but it's so difficult to be around them ALL THE TIME. They're always there. You wake up, they're there. You go to sleep, they're there. You try to have a little peace and quiet in the bathroom...you guessed it - they're there. And babies don't have any concept of or need for alone time. They want to be with you constantly. Which makes sense from a biological perspective since they're so small and helpless, but I don't like being around ANYONE 24/7 - even my darling husband. It's made worse by the whole nursing baby thing, because I can't get away for more than a few hours. And the one person I really want to get away with, Bill, is the default babysitter when I am able to go somewhere. At this moment, I would give my little finger for a weekend away from the kids with Bill.
I know, I know, they're going to grow up really fast and I'm going to miss this time with them. I'm going to miss all of Sydney's silly questions, and Owen's sweet little baby sounds. They're going to hit junior high and not want anything to do with us. Right now, though, that sounds like pure heaven. Sigh.
Since I'm on this track, shall we continue with the pity party? Our furnace is out for some reason, and it's quite chilly in the house. I'm a girl who loves her heat, but it will cost $200 for the furnace people to come out on a Sunday and only $89 if we wait until tomorrow. So we're going to be heatless for another 24 hours. And the house will keep getting colder and colder...
And added to that we have another disgusting little expense. There is a dead possum by the side of the house. We have no idea how to dispose of it (and don't want to touch it or bury its possibly disease-ridden corpse in the yard), so we have to pay $90 to have Critter Control take it away. It's visible from the window in our tv room, and Sydney is just fascinated by it. She has to go check on it every hour or so - "There's a possum. It's 'till sweeping." Translation - it's still sleeping.
Needless to say, I've been a little crabby. This morning, Bill grabbed me as I was storming by, gave me a hug and said "I know, I know, you're upset because after this afternoon, you won't be able to watch football again until next year." If you read about my opinions of football a few posts ago, you'll know why this cracked me up.
All right, I'm done with my sob stories! I did manage to complete one more FO for Show Your FO. Just in time, since today's the last day! I can't show them to you, but I will tell you it's another pair of socks, this one for Knit Net's April issue. I am still anxiously awaiting the February issue w/ my sweater in it... I will let you know as soon as it's up.
Now, let's do some sock updates!
Here are Kristy in NC's February socks, which she admits were finished strategically to get that F:
I love the cat sneaking around in the background! She also has a pair of brownie-point socks:
She knit these up out of leftovers in two days while, unfortunately, sitting with her dad in the hospital. Please send Kristy and her dad some get-well thoughts/prayers!
Chrissy finished a gorgeous pair of Jaywalkers in Sunshine Yarns sock yarn. Love that colorway!
Wendy knit an adorable little pair of socks for her son. So cute!
We've been watching Nicholas Sparks movies lately for some reason. My thoughts on this? The Notebook? Yes! A Walk To Remember? Not so much. Mandy Moore has the acting ability of a damp paper towel, in my opinion. And enough with the singing, already! Sheesh!
This brings up a little confession I feel I need to make... I hate Lindsay Lohan. Hate her. But for some reason, I love her movies despite the fact that I watch them convinced that I'm going to hate them. I loved Mean Girls. I loved Freaky Friday. But I'm most red-faced about the fact that I loved Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen. I watch it every time it's on cable. I don't even mind the singing. Okay, I'm going to go hang my head in shame now.