It's Just Not My Week

Abbie
MS 3 Disaster

I have been working really hard, cooking, cleaning, organizing and trying to get ready for our upcoming trip to Yosemite National Park. This morning I am dragging a little and feel that old familiar onset of fatigue, the kind that stops you in your tracks, and the right side of my face going numb, which generally means another migraine is coming on. So, I decided to take it slower. I thought I would work on some of my sit-down work and got on the computer to work on the prayer list for our Christian Artisans list (link at right). I turned on D's favorite show, Handy Manny, and the girls were busy picking up the beads that I ended up not using for my stole (which they had earlier spilled!), so I thought it would be safe to let them be for a little bit.

Yes, that was a big mistake! A HUGE MISTAKE! D came and said, "Mommy, sister's are in your things!" Boy, were they! I had two knitting projects out at my table, both lace. Both were wadded up into tight balls with their respective yarns and needles coiled around them, in and out. The needle points had been carefully woven in and out of the knitting. Not my cheap KPs Options needles which I hate mind you, but two pair of my new Addi Turbo Lace needles!!!!!!

I am here now because I am still angry even after spending an hour vacuuming and scrubbing the wall next to where the kids eat. You know the kind of cleaning, the equivalent of a man going out and splitting a cord of wood! LOL These little balls that J made look like when they look at animal feces that are packed with bones and fur etc...only mine had the needles, the stitchmarkers, the once beautiful lace, the yarn all in a compact ball a little larger than a golf ball! Did I mention I was on row 87 of 100 on the MS 3 first clue? I was so looking forward to sitting down at noon and finishing it!

With a migraine coming on I am not sure I will be able to sort it out. On the one side it has several rows missing. I know I could probably sort it out with a crochet hook but given the nature of the lace yarn, I think I might end up with something that would always remind me and make me angry. I'm too exhausted even to cry about it. But it is helping writing it out here to release my frustration.

I have not had to put my knitting up since they were toddlers. The last 2 years I've knit almost nothing but lace and they have NEVER touched it! Why today? I'm not sure. At least my other knitting, a Scotch Thistle Stole, is safe. My needles may never be the same, but no stitches were lost!

So, when I came down to our computer I got kitty snuggles from our Abbie! :o) I rarely put pictures of her up and she is a huge part of our lives, so I took one and am sharing it with you now.

Sigh...now to decide what to do...