I'm okay, really. Just wondering how I will ever get my kids back to their math books after one week off spent preparing for a houseguest and now another week off because our guest (Auntie Kate of the mad crafting skills) is finally here and it's spring break and all the other kids are home and the weather's nice.
Auntie Kate gave each of the girls an 18-inch doll (NOT American Girl, thank you, both she and I shudder at the thought of spending 100 dollars on a toy) and then we trooped off to the fabric store and bought patterns for fun doll clothes and picked up a couple (well, 4) fat quarter bundles on our way out (30 percent off!) and, um, a few other things and well, anyway, we don't really have a lot of restraint when we visit the fabric store together. And then Auntie Kate supplied moral support as I ripped back zillions of rows on the socks that I've been knitting for Rachel that turned out to be a tad too big (as in, they were big on me) and you know what? The problem with knitting 2-at-a-time socks is that when you have to rip back? That's also 2 at a time.
2-at-a-time, indeed! I feel betrayed. And weary...
What I do not understand is why none of my knitting friends bothered to tell me I was knitting a sock (no, 2 socks) way too big for any 8-year-old girl to wear. I have no spatial reasoning myself; I needed an intervention, and no one cared enough to stage one. So now I have 2 less-than-half-done socks, each on its own set of DPN's (and what sort of a miracle was it that I located 8 size 0 DPN's all at once?) because I couldn't figure out how to start doing them 2-at-a-time in the middle, as it were.