That is how I’m feeling right now. Just a loud scream echoing through my head. It has been one of those weeks where the goal is survival. Plaster dust is not my friend. And everyone is a little bit off of their game. Probably because it is so hard to keep us all in routine with all the chaos. I have a three year old asserting his independence, a baby teething and a four year old who loves to argue.
But in the middle of it all I am struck by the fact that all of this is so temporary. And in the midst of that feeling that everything is spinning out of control sometimes I just have to take a minute and remember that I’m not in control any way. So I am choosing to be grateful. For great kids, a great family, a house to fix. A baby who has teeth to bother her as they come in. Not so long ago I wasn’t sure I would ever have those things. But in all honesty there have been too many moments of frustration and not enough moments of gratitude.
In the crafty world. I frogged The Little Sister Dress. In order to make it small enough to fit P. It would take new yarn and I really want to use what I have. I was already using the smallest circs I own so it just isn’t going to work. It makes me sad but it is true. I was really in the groove of the pattern too but it was growing and growing and I was thinking this would fit my three year old so finally I stopped the madness. I guess I’ll have to troll Ravelry for another project. I’m open to suggestions. I want a little dress or top for size 12 months. I have DK weight yarn 8 stranded in mercerized cotton.
Other than that my sewing has been abandoned. I’ve been too tired at the end of the day.
I leave you with a sleeping babies picture. These are those peaceful moments I want to hold on to in the craziness.