Sunday, October 28, 2012

Day Dreaming

I'm sitting on the couch with Sweet Pea.  It is an hour until bedtime.  She is so tired she is mumbling her words.  She can not gather the strength to speak in a big girl voice.  She keeps asking if it is bedtime yet.  She is ready for sleep.  I have offered to put my sleepy child in bed.  But she refuses to go until her "friends" go to bed too.  She is firm in her resolution to not be the only child going to bed.  Even if she can barely keep her eyes open.  The Greatest is pretty sure she gets that stubborn streak from me.  I will argue until my dying breath that I am not stubborn and it must come from his gene pool.

Having typed that sentence I'm realizing realizing he may have a point.  

But since he doesn't read my blog he will never ever know I admitted just this once that he might be right. Bear in mind that admitting he MIGHT be right is not the same thing as admitting he IS right. Embrace the difference.

I spent a large portion of my weekend sitting in my living room knitting.  A KnitPicks deadline looms.  Color work and cables, I was so busy knitting that I couldn't go to knitting group this weekend.  How messed up is that?

Usually I knit in the family room where the tv is. I loves to knit with my tv. Makes me feel all productive and stuff, when I'm really just rotting my brain. But this weekend I could not resist the twinkly lights of the tree. I had to be near it. As I sat in my living room, knitting by the tree, I felt a little like I was smack dab in the middle of a Tim Burton movie.


Does this mean Halloween is going to stage another hostile take over of Christmas?


Is it possible that Elanor and Lt. Dangle climb out of my yarn cabinet and have adventure in the night?

Perhaps they dance with my ghosts in a sweeping musical number?

My happy rocks could sing in the chorus.

But I would watch out for the ravens.  I have a feeling they are up to no good.

1 comment:

Minding My Own Stitches said...

When I was a kid my Mom used to put my little brother to bed earlier than he needed, just because I wouldn't go to bed until my younger sibling was tucked in. I guess it was one of the few things that we could control at that age.