And if it couldn't get worse....
My son found scissors. Yes, he is still among the living, but his foothold is tenuous at best. I will preface this by saying that he is not quite 4 1/2. He may actually make it to that age, if he's lucky.
Saturday night, we usually let him stay up and watch video tapes in our bedroom, so the adults in the house can watch something other than Blue's Clues or Veggie Tales (though, I do like the Dance of the Cucumber).
I get him put to bed, and then go back into our room to get me to bed. It's late, I'm PMS'ing, and I'm in a house full of men. As I straighten up the bed, I see holes. On my side of the bed. In the fitted sheet. In the 300 thread count fitted sheet. The set of sheets I bought that actually fits our bed. I yelled at him to come into our room. Now, he knows he's in trouble, because we NEVER get him up out of bed after lights out unless the house is on fire or Odin himself is standing on our doorstep. By this time, I'm too mad to do anything but speak quietly and ask him "Why?" All he can do is apologize and plead silently with his eyes, "Please don't kill me." I'm still upset. And he had the nerve to ask for scissors on Sunday so he could cut paper. Um, NOT. I may never let him use scissors in my house. He'll have to learn how to tear paper very straight.
On the knitting front, I've re-started the &%#*$%^#* Good Bias shrug for the THIRD time. I'm beginning to think that Kendra did not want me to use her angora for this particular project. One more mistake, and I'm done. I'll go out and find something else, put the angora back in it's bag, and let it age for a while longer.
My SIL is knitting a hat for herself. I'm quite proud of this, since she told me at one time that she would never learn to knit. HA! Never say never.
I may have to find a mindless project to work on for a while. One that I can work on when I'm dead tired, or drunk, or both. And Lyon, I'll take you up on that drink.
Saturday night, we usually let him stay up and watch video tapes in our bedroom, so the adults in the house can watch something other than Blue's Clues or Veggie Tales (though, I do like the Dance of the Cucumber).
I get him put to bed, and then go back into our room to get me to bed. It's late, I'm PMS'ing, and I'm in a house full of men. As I straighten up the bed, I see holes. On my side of the bed. In the fitted sheet. In the 300 thread count fitted sheet. The set of sheets I bought that actually fits our bed. I yelled at him to come into our room. Now, he knows he's in trouble, because we NEVER get him up out of bed after lights out unless the house is on fire or Odin himself is standing on our doorstep. By this time, I'm too mad to do anything but speak quietly and ask him "Why?" All he can do is apologize and plead silently with his eyes, "Please don't kill me." I'm still upset. And he had the nerve to ask for scissors on Sunday so he could cut paper. Um, NOT. I may never let him use scissors in my house. He'll have to learn how to tear paper very straight.
On the knitting front, I've re-started the &%#*$%^#* Good Bias shrug for the THIRD time. I'm beginning to think that Kendra did not want me to use her angora for this particular project. One more mistake, and I'm done. I'll go out and find something else, put the angora back in it's bag, and let it age for a while longer.
My SIL is knitting a hat for herself. I'm quite proud of this, since she told me at one time that she would never learn to knit. HA! Never say never.
I may have to find a mindless project to work on for a while. One that I can work on when I'm dead tired, or drunk, or both. And Lyon, I'll take you up on that drink.
posted by Beth | 9:55 PM
7 Comments:
So sorry about the sheets. :(
And black yarn is always hard, never mind on a lace pattern. Don't stress. Some other knit-along folks are using inexpensive cottons (like Reynolds Saucy) and they are a lot easier to "see" the stitch pattern (& fix mistakes).
Mindless patterns are always good, too.
Hope things improve soon! Katy
Hi. Yes, laurie again. Swear I'm not stalking, but you said you wanted comments....
Once when I was six, old enough to know better, I trimmed my mom's curtains. I know people say someday you'll laugh about it, but now that I think about it ... she never did. She's probably still REALLY mad. Ah well. But it's a good excuse to go shopping for more sheets. And any excuse for shopping is a good thing, eh?
Hi. Yes, laurie again. Swear I'm not stalking, but you said you wanted comments....
Once when I was six, old enough to know better, I trimmed my mom's curtains. I know people say someday you'll laugh about it, but now that I think about it ... she never did. She's probably still REALLY mad. Ah well. But it's a good excuse to go shopping for more sheets. And any excuse for shopping is a good thing, eh?
Hi. Yes, laurie again. Swear I'm not stalking, but you said you wanted comments....
Once when I was six, old enough to know better, I trimmed my mom's curtains. I know people say someday you'll laugh about it, but now that I think about it ... she never did. She's probably still REALLY mad. Ah well. But it's a good excuse to go shopping for more sheets. And any excuse for shopping is a good thing, eh?
Hi. Yes, laurie again. Swear I'm not stalking, but you said you wanted comments.... and besides, blogger is being really wierd and not accepting my comments 99% of the time, so I figured while I had the window of opportunity...
Once when I was six, old enough to know better, I trimmed my mom's curtains. I know people say someday you'll laugh about it, but now that I think about it ... she never did. She's probably still REALLY mad. Ah well. But it's a good excuse to go shopping for more sheets. And any excuse for shopping is a good thing, eh?
Hi. Yes, laurie again. Swear I'm not stalking, but you said you wanted comments.... and besides, blogger is being really wierd and not accepting my comments 99% of the time, so I figured while I had the window of opportunity...
Once when I was six, old enough to know better, I trimmed my mom's curtains. I know people say someday you'll laugh about it, but now that I think about it ... she never did. She's probably still REALLY mad. Ah well. But it's a good excuse to go shopping for more sheets. And any excuse for shopping is a good thing, eh?
Oh MY GOD. I am so sorry!!! Blogger kept giving me an internal server error while I was writing that post. I am so embarassed now I could just crawl under a blog rock.
Please excuse my obvious issues. I must go now and be silently embarassed for all time.
ARGH
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