Falling down some. The past two days have been full of 'have to', 'want to', and 'sorry, but I can't'. Today is full of run-around chores and trying to get my head wrapped around the list of Things That Cannot Wait. My organizational skills (bah!) will be taxed to their full capacity. Medication will certainly be required. The list grew by a big leap/bound last night when Herr Becher found a Jeep he Must See today, once he's off work this afternoon. All Becher children are to report to the showers at once so we can kick off this Day of Busyness asap.
In other news, the first 'Tonks' sock is finished, and the second one has begun. I am, of course, knitting it from the opposite direction. I can't see the logic in agonizing over getting them all matchy-matchy, because, as has happened in the past, no matter how I try to keep the color changes exact, the second one always goobers up on me. I'm trying to embrace my inner "Pippi Longstocking" and live contentedly with fraternal twins on my feet. The upside to this (otherwise twitch-inducing) plan is that I never have to knit the same sock twice. The appeal of the opposite sock is already making itself known. Just when I expected yellow to show up, there came the pink, thereby making the 'chore' of the second sock feel less obligatory and more fun. The hamster in my head is happy, and they'll look decidedly fabulous in my Mary Janes. Same colors, different flavor. It's a good thing, and cheap therapy for my OCD.
Well, time to keep the line for the bathroom shower moving. Today's list is stacking kiddy haircuts/grocery shopping/cookie baking/car shopping/mechanic inspection/weighing in in preparation for tomorrow's dentist appointment/visit Megan's baby (bearing gifts of food and sugar)/buying a car (oh, please let this be over!)/and totally missing out on my spinning guild meeting. Even as I type this, I'm fighting the urge to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers. Sometimes being a grown-up stinks. Falling down another hole would be nice right about now, but only if my to-do list can't find me. Type at y'all latah, knittas. C
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Ok, I'd just like to mention that the whole mention of kids reporting to the showers and keep the line for the bathroom shower moving is mildly disturbing. Good darn thing I know you!
I hope the day goes well and you get tons done. Weird weather up here -- intermittent snow showers (not to be confused with kid showers) with no sticking.
I just don't know how you do it. If I tried your schedule...they wouldn't be able to drag me out of bed because I would be hiding under the covers crying and blubbering like a baby saying things like, "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" and, "I DON'T WANNA!!!".
You, my dear, are a superwoman.
Tam's house=
4 kids + 2 adults + 1 full bath
I totally get the whole "keeping the line moving thing". I also get the "reporting to the showers" thing. If you don't order them to go on pain of death they will just stand there and rot for weeks in the same pair of underwear. Where are these prissy girls who are obsessed with personal hygiene and want to take 5 showers per day? I'm zero for 3 on those, and of course the BOY is hopeless.
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