Not a real Zoo. Just my home. It was never spacious, but now, with seven kids out of school for weeks, I feel it shrinking around me by the moment.
My “me” time is non-existing. At this point I love all teachers, good and not so good! Just open up the schools already! I am literally looking at the clock and counting minutes until the school year starts.
The refrigerator if full, but there is nothing to eat – unless it is served by me.
The longest I go without interruptions is about a minute and a half. My brain is numb.
On the positive side I have finally found what has been missing from my parenting. Apparently, the weed might be exactly what the doctor orders. In a study in Pediatrics 1994, Rastafarian mothers (who smoked 5 to 6 joints a day) had babies who were fine. In fact, those babies were more socially adept than the babies of the non-smoking mothers. The researchers concluded that it was the social support given to the Rastafarian women that made that difference.
I told DH that I need a “joint” for the sake of the children.
The strongest narcotic I can get around here is Chocolate Ice Cream. Addictive, but no other side effects. So I am treating myself to it.
With all this going on the knitting has not been happening much. Also I think if I could knit more – I would feel much, much better.
I am still knitting both “Good Mood” Shawls. And they cheer me up a lot! But not much else.
I got the “Ample Shawl” off the needles to check her size and to take a picture. It has really grown! Now I need to get it back on the needles to resume knitting it.
I can not crochet – the project I am working on requires brain power. I got none. I hope that when the kids leave, my brain will return.