Hello folks. I hope you are all still out there!
Where do I start? The last two weeks have steamrollered me. Work has rapidly picked up pace and I have become a glassy-eyed work drone. Get up, get washed, get child up, dressed and out the door to school, go to work, attend back-to-back meetings (each one generating actions that I am unable to act on because I have another meeting to go to), run from work to car in blind panic, collect child and attempt to be semi-functional parent (or when possible stay late in attempt to be semi-functional work colleague), feed child, put child to bed, make a cuppa, stare at WIP bag, knit two rows of a sock, give up, go to bed. And repeat.
Child says “Mummy, tomorrow try to sneak out from your meeting a leeettle bit earlier.”
Today I am frozen with guilt. I have a chapter to write which should take me a month and needs to take me about four hours, as that is all I have available to me. I am being kind to myself in the hope that the muse will find me if I can relax a bit. Writer’s guilt stops me from picking up my hook to crack on with things I need to do. But tomorrow we will see Grandpa, and that will be OK. I will get some time to hook in the car. I have been asked by Sam to see if I can come up with a pattern for something other than a shawl for a nice change and I am enjoying the challenge of it. That will be my treat at the end of all this. Plus there is a yarn sale online tonight, and I plan to treat myself there too. Not a big splurge. Just a skein for a specific project I am hoping to knit as the nights draw in.
So, I need a bit of time to reset the head. I feel I have nothing to show for my labours at work this month so I am going to invest more time making. Yes, it’s time I don’t have, but it is time I can at least share with the small person. I can make things for her. Show her that I love her.
In other news, my great, yarn cataloguing friend, has her baby last weekend and he is beautiful. Just perfect. It reminds me of when my one was small. I was learning to crochet at the time and I would spend the quiet hours of nursing and holding her trying to make granny squares. I feel like I have come a long way, but I often wish I had those quiet, child-cuddling and crocheting hours back.