I hear other people get stuff done by letting things slide. Well, my dishes are piled, the laundry is stacked while two daughters have whooping cough. Things are sliding, alright.
We oped to do a delayed vaccination schedule on our girls a la Dr. Sears, but this was one of the vaccinations we set to schedule. There’s only about 80% immunity, which makes me wonder why I did it in the first place. Oh well. So there’s tears and coughing and sleepless ladies. I’ve let everything go. I’ve decided to come here for a few minutes. It’s sort of like socalizing, sort of like leaving the house, sort of like talking to another adult, right?!
I need to remember how this moment feels when it’s summer and sunny with wellness around and I’m asked to volunteer for something. This is exactly when the doing my stuff gets tricky. Three babes, ill and skies grey and chilly all around. It’s times like this when the I can’t do another things comes after deciding to forgo brushing my hair, making myself a meal or changing out of pajamas. It’s times like these I wish for a winding country road dotted with family. Times when there’s a pile of skirts to finish for the November market and stacks and stacks of costumes for the fall play to, well, start and then finish. It’s times like these I am so thankful for friends like family, for friends who deliver mochas.
Here we are. We’re not on a beach, we’re not at our best. We’ll laugh along the way, sometimes while we’re wiping tears. We’ll make it through. We always do.
I’m weaving in loose ends for this bolaro. It began as a first day of first grade sweater and has evolved to be the seven year old birthday sweater for December. Betty is going to love it. I knit it with a Cascade yarn Betty picked out and loved working the repetitious stockinette sleeves to end my days. Like a mantra, the calming clang of the stainless double pointed needles near midnight got me centered and bed-ready.
I can’t get enough of this book. I actually hugged it after I was done. A work of art and, really, it’s like nothing I have ever read before. Not since The Namesake, Persepolis and Middlesex have I dashed around corners to sneak a few pages and have I closed my eyes to really feel and know the characters. The drawings are brilliant, the story meandered through my heart.
The girls can’t stop writing mistakes to use their creations with this Eraser Clay. It was such a fun way to hold them busy and happy while I made dinner. As we ate, our erasers cooked.
There’s more tears, more spooky whooping coughs in the neighboring room.
Inspired by Ginny and Yarn Along.