WIP Wednesday 129: Wednesday's Child

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.... is full of woe. And disgust. And even though I was not born on a Wednesday, I sure am feeling aggrieved - it started first thing this morning when I got out of bed: I put my slippers only to instantly shake them off as they were soaked in cat pee from Moonheart, Mini Diva's cat who has raised the Art of Passive-Aggressive so high that all others bow to her expertise and thoroughness; thoroughness illustrated by not just drenching the slippers, but also the surrounding carpet.

Daringly barefooted, I shuffled downstairs to find that Sebastian had eaten over half a big bag of pfeffernusse I had left on my desk, leaving me only the empty cellophane. You'd think this snack would have satisfied him, but no, when I let him out, he pooped and promptly ate it.

Cat 2, Inky, now seems to grace us with his presence only when whichever old lady who cossets him up the road has run out of food; she must have laid extra supplies in as we haven't seen him for a few days. Which leaves Cat 3, Jewel, who managed to extract herself from her cone of shame during the night and then scratch herself to pieces.

Destructo Boy's Beaver Scout group has collapsed abruptly in a messy morass of personality clashes and unprofessional behavior, and emails to the hierarchy go unanswered, apparently leaving us with the choice of letting him go to Cubs, for which he is too young, or moving to another Beaver group elsewhere.

Mini Diva is home sick, DH's monthly eye checkup told him he needs another injection (after about 6 months without) and to stop smoking on pain of blindness: which to me is more scarey than death. I am having internal thermostat issues which result in night sweats and thus wet pyjamas to go with the damp duvet - but hey, I guess at least they match my slippers for moisture levels.

And to cap it all, after I posted a picture of my progress on my Spring Green cardigan last week, I had to rip it all out and start again, because not only had I discovered what then became a glaring mistake, I had also managed to completely and totally forget which row of the pattern I was on, and I didn't have the necessary synaptic connections sparking to work it out. So last week's

looks unsurprisingly similar to this week's

If you made it this far, I am totally impressed - well done ! Reward yourself by heading on over to Tami's Amis for happy people ....

Flee, Fly .....Flu

So this is me right now. And it's my own fault. I have this supreme confidence that I can deal with everything. Simultaneously and instantaneously. And then I get grumpy when people are normal ie. don't respond to emails within a nanosecond; because, yanno, you're holding me up, right ? I have so much to do, and I can't sort you out because you haven't answered my email. And by not answering immediately, you are preventing me from getting on and sorting out a myriad of other equally important matters in my life. This makes me look at you askance and wonder if you have graduated to tie-up shoes yet.

Last week, we had the Sickness Bug. More virulent than the one we just recently got over. DS twice on Sunday. DD five times Monday night. DS again Wednesday night. And - it had to happen eventually, by the law of averages (or some law, anyway) - me on Thursday. Bless DD's little cotton socks, she made breakfast and lunch for both herself and DS (croissants for brekkie, sandwiches for lunch). My fabulous neighbor Su came over in the evening and not only cooked dinner for my kids, but put my grocery delivery away.

Me ? I curled up in bed like a melted squid with 6 layers of clothes, 2 pairs of socks and 3 hot water bottles, water and paracetamol. I swear, even my hair was aching along with all of my joints. DH arrived home from work on Friday and simply took over - it was great, just to be able to abandon any responsibility and guilt resting absolutely secure in the knowledge that everything was being taken care of, including me.

He was on a course yesterday, so was home last night. After the unusual shouting and blue lights around 1 am (3 police cars and 1 police van) because of a loud 'disturbance' up the road, at the root of which was some girl called Rachel (I know this because the 1st arrested man was wailing her name at top volume), DH ran for the bathroom, blaming the leftover sausages he'd eaten for tea. You feel that sense of forboding ? You see the ominous portent ? The inevitability of what comes next ? Yep. He has the Bug now too. At work. Al-most, my heart bleeds.

Before Pestilence visited actual Me, I completed the second baby cardigan for DD's Year 1 teacher; I didn't like the King Cole Splash DK yarn much; the 'splash' of colors seemed far too random for a yarn described as 'self-patterning', and it feels somewhat harsh, though a wash and fabric conditioner may improve that. The pattern was this, which I have knitted four or five times now because it's so easy and customizable with yarn and buttons. I also like Sirdar patterns because they are usually such good value - this one, for instance, has 4 variations, and in sizes from birth to six years. So anyway, here is the completed oeuvre:


And I must needs put all knitting to one side. Tempus has fugited, and SIL's bump is due on Saturday. I am nowhere near finished the cot quilt - I hate how I swear when I'm doing it; but the kids are out on a playdate tomorrow afternoon, and my loins will be ready-girded to attack it upon their departure ....