Yesterday we went ot Hollywood Studios to ride the newly renovated star tours ride. It was incredible and well worth spending the day mingling in the sea of people. some of whom really got into the spirit of things. Who am I to say anything, I’m married to a guy who created his own chain mail shirt, and built a full-sized trebuchet in the backyard.
Today, I am feeling pretty wretched with some sort of bug, and the joy of my day has been watching my daughter and her daddy play together. He’s so patient with her. right now, they are tossing a giant beach ball back and forth in my living room. They’ve already been to the store, had a swim and a bath. She leads him around by the finger and the heart.
I love my family even though they cause me oodles of laundry…
I’ve been really struggling lately with some of the decisions that I feel like were made in my marriage without me. When my daughter was born I had to have a repeat c-section due to my blood pressure. They gave an epidural and I reacted badly to it. I went out on the table and didn’t wake up for two very scary hours for my husband. They told him that if I woke up at all I would be brain damaged.
It’s been over two years and I want another baby. I miss my son. I adore my daughter, she is the joy of my life. I love being a mom. I love every bit of it. i even love the middle of night feedings where you are blearily trying to make sure you are feeding the right end of the baby.
My entire family was at Livy’s birth, so they all witnessed the whole scary mess. As a result, whenever I talk bout another baby, they all freak out. I realize they are scared, I’m a little scared too, but I guess I’m mostly just resentful that everyone else gets to decide what happens with my body.
I know, if I really pushed mike, he would say okay, but that’s not what I want. That is unfair to him. He is also resistant to the idea of adoption. I think he might just need some time to process it, but mostly, it just leaves me frustrated.
This has been a crazy busy week. Tuesday, I went to my sisters to spend some time with my 4 nephews. They are wonderful with Livy and she adores them. My sister is a non-knitter, but she is a happy recipient of knitted gifts. I accidentally introduced her to Ravelry and now she has enough projects she wants from me that I could spent the rest of my life knitting exclusively for her.
Wednesday was a blur. I don’t remember hitting home until 11 pm. I don’t even remember what I did. I think i remember grocery shopping at some point.
Yesterday, I spent all morning with Mike at the dentist. I was able to make good progress on the market bag I am making for my sister. I don’t know how people who don’t knit or crochet can stand to wait in dr’s offices. Especially, since they all blare those 24 hour news channels the entire time you are there.
Today is being spent with my favorite shopping buddy. We went to get mommy a haircut. I think i love it. My stylist sits little miss in a chair next to mine and they all play with her hair. today, she scored a free balloon, a coloring book and crayons and sparkly flowered barette.
I am finally beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel with the pink leviathan. If I can just dedicate a solid four hours to it, I think it’ll be finally finished. Once I get that one off the needles, I can finish the market bag, almost halfway finished on that one and it is a quick knit. I will also finish the tunic I am making for myself, and then comes July and a mess of new projects.
Do you think it’s better to cast all your projects on at once or try to be monogamous? I’m not sure since i reserve all of my monogamy for my marriage where it does the most good.
Have a great holiday weekend everyone!
As a kid, there were certain foods that my mother made only when she was mad at me. Lumpy cream of wheat meant I had probably been badgering her with questions, Salisbury steak was punishment for fighting with my sister. However, if tuna casserole was on the menu, she was on the verge of selling me to gypsies. I despise tuna noodle casserole.
Of course, like any mean mother who has been transformed into the “cool” grandma, she denies all this. But, my sister and I don’t buy the whole “Your dad likes it” defense. He also loved shrimp, but I never recall that on the table. seriously, no one can like that mushy, fishy stuff.
So, yesterday, I was visiting with my mother in the kitchen and she began to pull out the ingredients for lunch. My spidey senses immediately began to tingle. I wondered what I possibly could have done wrong since I had last seen her. it couldn’t be my report card this time, I’m expecting an A on my nephew’s 3rd grade diorama. My sister and I are the best of friends after a protracted war. My mom saw the look on my face and wailed “your father likes it!” Sure, mom, sure.
So, what were the foods your mom served that you knew she was mad at you when she put them on the table?
Here it is in all its unfinished glory. I need a dedicated nagger (not my husband) to remind me that in less than 16 years Olivia will be headed off to college and if I want this blanket to accompany her I’d better get a move on. I realize this looks almost finished, but, it has looked that way for almost a year now.
Friday night after my husband got out of work we went to see Pirates 4. It was awesome! We went to the late night show which didn’t start until 12:30 at night. the movie let out at 3 am. When we went home, we found that my daughter had just gone to sleep. I felt really badly for my mom who was wiped out!
Saturday we set up the pool. It has been unseasonably warm (Northerners, please don’t kill me. I lived in the middle of the snow belt for most of life) this spring and already in the 90’s. We had just purchased it and laid it all out only to discover the pump and filter was missing.
I have to give thanks to the Yarn Harlot for her creative and inoffensive cursing ideas. I believe I used “For the love of wool” repeatedly and with great fervor. This is useful when you have a houseful of kiddos impatiently waiting for the pool raising.
Four trips to area stores later, we finally have the correct pump and filter, but, no more daylight. So because my husband is “determined” (stubborn is almost a dirty word in this house) he sat up filling the pool until the wee hours of the morning.
Yesterday, I worked on the pink leviathan again. I am determined to finish this thing before July. I’m also working on my list of projects for the blog-along. I’m trying to decide whether to focus on projects I actually want for myself or to go for projects that will teach me new skills I want to acquire even though I might not love the finished object.
I also was invaded by the demon spirit of Suzy Homemaker and decided to make sweet onion relish for summer cookouts. My gram made this when i was a kid and I’ve been craving it. It was so easy, I’m tempted to make more of it. We re hosting a cookout for some friends from our church in a couple of weeks and I’d like to have it on hand. It just says summer to me. What foods say summer to you?
I’m still working on the pink leviathan (pictures to follow) and the only thing that is keeping me going is that my little peanut loves it, she keeps petting it and hugging it. I have worked through my sock frogging guilt and feel like this thing is going to be with me forever.
weekends are pretty busy here at Crazyville so a Saturday or Sunday post will be a rare thing. Hope everyone has a great weekend!