So here I am bored out of my skull on a Sunday afternoon and what does my dh decide to do? TAKE A NAP! Now I am bored and insanely resentful. 4 kids running around here and he thinks he can just do nothing to help out. ARGH. I could eat chocolate to balm my frazzled nerves. I could shop online for instant gratification. Instead I decide to knit on my sock. sigh. I am excited that I am over 6 inches now and will be turning a heel soon, but knitting while listening to the boys fight and hubby snore is not the aesthetic experience I was hoping for.
If I wasn't a knitter I would weigh 300 lbs and be in bankruptcy court. I guess the truth is that knitting distracts me and therefore keeps me sane.
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