We just had an 11-year-old melt down here over the fact that HER GLOVES WERE WET and SHE WON'T WEAR MITTENS and dear Lord, this is just the beginning, isn't it? I mean, I KNOW. I have already raised one teen girl. Now here comes the next one, and really, I am not ready.
That tantrum cost her a dollar, I'll have you know. I'm not messing around this time.
Anywhoo, socks are being knit, scarves are being knit, life is just one joyful knitfest, so long as I forget about the bathroom upstairs that needs cleaned, is all. Also, some people around here seem to want dinner, and we are running out of both bread AND flour AND milk, but it is way too cold to go to the supermarket. Says me.
Of course, I am planning to go to Knit Night tonight. So maybe I am being a tad hypocritical. Selfish, even. That's what the cold does to people. Sauve qui peut!
Maybe we'll watch a documentary on the Donner Party today. Just a little historical context to make my children realize that, really, things could be worse. Worse than HAVING TO WEAR MITTENS, by golly. Worse than eating peanut butter on crackers instead of bread. Worse, even, than having to drink hot cocoa WITHOUT THE MARSHMALLOWS.
Life - it just grabs you by the neck sometimes, kids. Get used to it.