I am living in the house of barf.
Adding to my misery is the fact that the Y2Knit sample, which I bound off on Sunday night, turned out all wonky. So I had to frog back to the underarms and am frantically trying to reknit it so it looks like something someone would actually want to wear. I managed to get the neckline too low, the armholes too short, and the shoulders too wide. And the buttonholes crooked. What the heck? Who am I to think I can be a knit designer?
On top of all that, Sydney is in the foulest mood I've ever seen on her. And that's saying something! It's getting so that if I see her in a room, I try to sneak back out before she spots me. Was I crazy to think I'd be able to raise decent human beings? I have enough trouble raising myself!
I'm also in a bit of a knitting slump, even besides the disasterous aforementioned sample sweater. I'm trying to get some more Blue Moon swatches done, but I just don't want to. All I want to do is curl up on the sofa, pop in Napoleon Dynamite (without hearing Sydney start to scream because she wants to watch Madagascar for the five millionth time) and knit on my long-neglected New England socks. How it would be nice to knit someone else's pattern for a change! I need that summer Knitter's to come out so I can feel a little bit better about my chosen profession.
I just tried to track my Sockapaloooza socks on-line. They're being sent overseas, and they were supposed to have arrived in 4-6 days. I sent them last Tuesday, so they should be arriving any time now. When I typed in the tracking number, however, it wasn't found in the system. Super! Just what I need - lost socks. My sock pal is apparently still working on mine, and I am dying to see them. Is it time to start stalking the mailman yet?
After all that complaining, let's put a positive spin on things. The Y2Knit sample is looking much better on the reknit. Bill has stopped throwing up every two hours and looks to be on the mend. Sydney is asleep, and I'm hoping a nap will improve her mood. The kitchen is clean, Owen is entertaining himself, and the weather outside is fine. To quote from two of my favorite movies (can you guess what they are? there might be a little prize in it for the first person who can name them both...) "Always look on the bright side of life."