I feel like such a baby for lamenting my tasks during the surro-c-section recovery period, because that's the least of my problems right now. It's like the universe gave me a big ol' smack in the head for being a whiner. And now I shall whine again. Skip directly to the photos if you're interested in the knitting.
- Teaching two classes is killer. The online class, in particular, is killing me.
- Wifey has been in and out of the hospital 3 times with post-partum preeclempsia.
- MafiaMom just got out of major surgery, and I'm trying to find a way to visit/care for her.
- The perfect next job popped up and I applied. Now I'm in the process of interviewing (a.k.a. shopping for professional drag, de-politicizing my resume, and filing my nails).
I don't have time to pay bills, clean the house, return phone calls, or snuggle with my Little Man. Literally, I work all day, grade papers on the train, read Little Man a couple stories before he goes to bed, and sit in front of the computer until I fall asleep (sometimes with it on my lap). Rinse and repeat. Weekends, you ask? That's when I clean the house a little, spend time with Little Man, and then slog through hours of writing PowerPoints and answering emails and grading papers. Wifey suggested that perhaps I shouldn't teach two classes again -- "pshaw, as if! after all this work I've put into it? the next one should be a walk in the park." This is clearly a sign of madness.
Jenny Hat is done, but might need a rip. If I don't move at all, it fits well.
If I move, I become a dick head.
The Monkey socks are nearly done
and I love the Socks that Rock (color: Watermelon Tourmaline, gifted by the ever-incredible Frickmeister), but the socks are a little tight and the color is frickin' awesome, but not entirely Mafia-esk, so I'm thinking about adding to Frick's Pay It Forward sensibility and giving them away. No official word on that yet, but I'm thinking about it.
I'm seriously neglecting my Arwen; I'd love to cast on some green socks with two beautiful gifted-with-love skeins waiting in the stash; and I signed up to participate in a quilt block for charity project, which thankfully starts in May.
Damnit, I just want an entire day alone in a shiny clean house with nothing to do but listen to music and knit. Is that too much to ask?
April can't arrive fast enough.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Forged in the Heat of Battle
Posted by FemiKnitMafia at Sunday, March 11, 2007
Labels: Charity, Give It Up, Hats, It's All About Me, Knitting, Peeps, Socks
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Hahahahaaa! The hat is lovely and personally, I think it's actually more of a nipple head - so, you know, work it.
Sounds like you're run off your feet down there. Hope you get that magical day of music and knitting sooner than April!!
Thems are some great socks! :)
Sounds like you're a bit too busy, slow down woman! And good luck with the job prospect :)
It's the hat with the reservoir tip, designed for your safety.
Well, some people are dickheads all the time, so at least you have them beat.
Good luck in the whole interview process.
the dickhead thing had me a-laughin'..does that make me mean?
i had a feeling things were crazy for you. you knew this was coming....how about a mantra
i'm feeling a bit of wanderlust and want to go to watertown...maybe a roadtrip is in order? you can see your mama and i can keep driving to watertown? i'd have to pick only one of my kids to take, though. oh yeah, and then there's my work-on-the-weekends situation to deal with. oh yeah, and then there's my broken car. pllt. :(
hope your mama is ok.
Whew! I'm tired just reading about your busy life!
I hope Wifey heals soon and won't be going through so much by the time spring comes around so she can enjoy it with you and Little Man.
slow down lady!
My thoughts exactly, although I reduced one of my three jobs to a couple of days a month, I haven't reached the stage of shiny clean house in which to knit yet. Hopefully by this siunday evening.
Stay strong Girl! You can do it !
Best wishes for wifey and mom and the little Man. April is around the corner.
(And please... Do Not Move)
Hahaha, a "dick head" ... but roro is right ... it looks more like a tit so why not a "boob head"? tehe. I was 18 when my little brother was only 2 yrs old [he had 6 older sisters] and he use to call all of us "poop heads" when he got mad. Boobhead reminded me of that. LOL
You're doing way too much. I gave up housework so I could knit on the weekends. Told the DH I'd take care of housework when I can retire.
Good luck with the interview ... which is probably over by now.
Such a good time to convert to Wordpress when you have so many other things to do!
You sound like a Mama Cate in training!
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