I am In A Kidsilk Haze...

Whew, today was one doozie of a day, to say the least. Woke up at 7:30am to entertain and love on the Baby...here we were, me drink'in coffee, singing Old Macdonald in my PJ's and Baby tap dancing and chewing on stuff, a bomb of toys gone off, Purl is chewing up a paper towel into 74 pieces on the floor...the house is a complete wreck.



Then the phone rings. I had somehow forgotten that my Rowan Rep, Peter, had an appointment with me 15 minutes ago at the Shop. Now what were the first words out of his mouth? "And you were a Rep?" Good question. Was I a Rep? So I asked nicely if he could come to my house! He agreed and said he'd be there in 15 minutes. F#$% M%! So I needed to clean the first floor of my house, get dressed, get the dishes in the dishwasher, sweep the floor, change Baby's diaper, all in 15 minutes. All Hell broke loose in my brain. I just kept repeating over and over "Ohmigaudohmigaudohmigaudohmigaudohmigaudohmigaud" as I tore thru the house with swifters and a broom and Windex. Here I kept thinking to myself, Self? He is going to tell everyone how I've lost my mind, living in filth, used to be a professional woman, now gone to seed. Gina used to be professional. Gina used to tidy herself up. Gina used to wear makeup. Gina used to brush her hair. By the time he rang the doorbell, the sweat was pouring from every square inch of my body. I had used grand arm sweeps to clean off cluttered counter tops into garbage bags...if he had opened any closet, you can imagine. Just as long as he didn't open a closet, a drawer, or look under anything, we'd be fine. So he walks in with his suitcases and that's when the screaming began. Baby started crying and didn't stop, except when he was throwing Peter's yarn around the room or sitting on his Rowan books, for 2 solid hours...I have got to tell you, I was losing my mind. Big Time. I'm sure Peter wanted to run as fast as he could away from us and was wondering whether he even wanted to be a Rep anymore.
Funny, it reminded me of the time I went to a Shop Owner's (who shall remain nameless, duh) house...she answered the door in her PJ's, her eye makeup was all over her entire face (it was 1 pm in the afternoon). She was a train wreck. We sat down to work, I got out the Debbie Bliss, ready to woo her with fiberlicious goodness, when she threw herself on the floor of her dining room,
"Oh My God, Business is soooooo bad, I don't know what I'm going to do! How can I go on!?!? AAAAGGGGGG!"
And she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
I choked out,
"Listen, ok, Honey, Get a grip! You need to focus here! Let's talk colors! bag amounts! Delivery! Focus! Focus!"
It wasn't too long long after that that I resigned. I was whipped.
I did send her flowers later that week...



So I felt a bit like that Shop Owner today...at the end of her rope. All washed up. But I wasn't and I'm not...it was just one of those days. I did finish another Capecho Pentagon. (Who was that woman that was married to Henry VIII, Anne Bolyn? Who had 3 boobs? )



I am going at a pretty good clip, I should have that sweater done definitely by the time Baby goes to Community College. Oh, and I got some "Soak" from Peter and my pattern for the "Urban Aran" sweater came in the mail today. Perfect. Another project to start. My body is tingling with excitement. I just don't have the yarn for it yet so I have to cool my jets at the moment.

Time for a glass of wine, put my feet up and knit...I think American Idol is on tonight. Pure guilty pleasure after a freakish hell day...Sorry Peter, I promise to brush my teeth and hair next time...or better yet, I promise to try!