Just so you know.

I have almost finished my current sweater, Mr. Greenjeans.  I have 4 pattern repeats on the left sleeve, 2 pattern repeats on the right sleeve, and a button band.

I have to knit Monkey socks for my friend Jen, who gave me a swift.

I am in a race to finish the Hey Teach sweater before my friend Barb.

I am participating in a knit-along for the Annette sweater in the most recent issue of Knitty.

What am I thinking?

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Are you kidding me with this?

Fridays are supposed to be happy days, yes?  Everyone’s supposed to be in some great mood because it’s the end of the work week, hallelujah, we all get a couple days off, right?

I start off running late.  Then I get into it with Steve.  Then Stephen spills a whole big bag of goldfish crackers on the kitchen floor.  Then I feel like a tremendous shithead for yelling at him while he sobs, “Sorry, Mommy, sorry!”  Then everyone on the highway freaks out because of this terrifying water falling from the sky!  Someone get the wise-woman of the tribe, maybe she can understand what this must portend!  Then I fight with Steve a little bit more on the cell phone.  Then I’m ten minutes late to work.  Then this woman who sits next to me decides to walk to the cafe with me when I just want to be left alone.  Now (as in, right this second), she’s complaining about the work she has to do to get the job done right.  She’s looking at me typing like mad to get this post done in my break time and she doesn’t care.  SIGH.

After eating a big bowl of homefries and drinking a big mug of coffee I do feel better, thanks for asking, but I could use a little more java.  Run and get that for me, would you?

We decided last night to convert the crib to a toddler bed when Stephen tried to climb out and lost his grip, hitting his face on the railing, then later he tried to climb out on the high part and got stuck and was so scared he was shaking.  I think I’d rather deal with the terror of him getting out of bed at night over the drama of him busting his lip or breaking a leg.  I went to Wally World to look for one of those doorknob covers (thanks, Kat!), but they were out, so I got a screamer alarm.  You put it on your door and when the seal of your door is broken, there is an alarm so loud a deaf person couldn’t sleep through it.  So that’s done, last night was his first night in the bed, and he did a pretty good job!  He was in and out about a dozen times before he stayed in an fell asleep, and when I would go in his room and make him get back into bed he went willingly, no crying or anything, he just didn’t stay there!  Once he was asleep he slept through the night, didn’t fall out of the bed, and when he woke up in the morning he came right into our room and got into bed just like every other day!  Success!  I figure about a week of my special, super-secret, never fails sleep training and we should be good to go.  Thanks to everyone who gave me suggestions, and no thanks at all to the people who laughed at me (Robin and Barb, I can hear you from here).

Sleep just went bye-bye.

This morning my alarm went off at 6 am, just like every other day.  I hit the snooze and went back to sleep, just like every other day.  Stephen poked his head over his crib rail so he could see into our bedroom and said, “Hello, Goose (that’s what he calls Steve).  Mama, out!”  JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY.  Then he came walking into my bedroom.

WHAAAAA????

That’s right, friends and neighbors.  My son has learned how to climb out of his crib, and since he sometimes wakes up at 2 in the morning, he now has the freedom to let himself out and wander around the house.  Let’s add to the mix.  He can reach the deadbolt and doorknob now, and he knows how to use them.  Oh, good Lord.  It’s a perfect storm for my ass to wind up on nationwide news wearing a stupid Hello Kitty nightshirt crying that I didn’t hear him leave the house and I just want my son back while Nancy Grace posts pictures of him and talks about what a terrible mother I am!

Okay, deep breaths.  Count backwards from ten.  Calm down.

This is my revenge for having a baby that slept through the night since he was six weeks old, isn’t it?

Saving money, increasing stash.

When’s the last time you went thrifting?  I don’t mean Goodwill or Salvation Army thrifting, I mean a real thrift shop that sells all kinds of everything.  We have this really cool thrift shop in the Stanton/Newport area, and last night I decided to take a look at what they may have for fabrics.  The place is an old grocery store, so it’s huge, and I figured they might have something.  I was mostly looking for heavyweight material like curtains or tablecloths, but I also figured some cute cotton prints couldn’t hurt to add to my fabric stash.  So I walk in, grab a shopping cart, and pick out a video for Stephen.  They have kids’ videos for a dollar each, and we have a tv that plays videos and dvds in the bedroom, so I always get him one when I go there.  I start to look at tablecloths and I realize they have fabric here!  I mean bolts of fabric, folded and hanging next to the curtains!  Some were priced $2.98, some $3.98, some didn’t have price tags at all.  I picked out four that I really liked and figured I could do something with and checked out.  The guy running the cash register couldn’t find the prices for two of them, so he just gave them to me.  Find me a Goodwill or Salvation Army that can do that.  Nope, they can’t.  I walked out with four bolts of fabric, a Winnie-the-Pooh video, and a Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt for $5.25.  Yup.

So, when was the last time you went thrifting?

Back to the Beach.

Hi.

Welcome.

Greetings.

Thought it might make some of you happy that I actually am not dead, I am alive and (pretty) well.  Blogging had to take a sidebar to my life for awhile, but I am back and I do have things to say.

Thing #1:  Sock Summit is not the end-all, be-all of the knitting world.  People are getting all bent out of shape and pissy because they didn’t get the class they wanted, they didn’t get to register because the server crashed, they are more important than the other 30k people that tried to register that ill-fated day.  It’s just socks.  Relax.  Take a chill pill.  B Complex is my favorite, though you may enjoy something with a little more tooth, Prozac or Xanax perhaps.

Thing #2:  I am sewing.  A lot.  There will be big, exciting news on that front soon-hopefully by the end of this coming weekend.  All I will say is, Do you feel your credit cards buzzing?  That’s because they are psychic.

Thing #3:  I never did do much with Facebook before, but I am now officially in love with it.  I have found some really old friends and it is an awesome way to keep in touch with my sister.

How are things for you?  Are you enjoying the summer yet?  We had the finest weekend ever and I spent it indoors, sewing.  I’m going to have to figure out a way to get all that stuff done at night so I can spend my weekends outdoors.