now fortified with impotent fury!risperdal

a really big nap
a rampage through dean and deluca to stock my pantry with ridiculous gourmet ingredients. Hell with that, I’ll take whole foods instead.
a massage. Here.
did I mention a nap?
the toddler to learn the yarn is so so so off limits.
time to just sprawl and read.
a raise.
a bonus
um, something from the job? really? it’d be nice. cause see, big shiny…nevermind.
how about a new job title? It doesn’t even have to involve ‘goddess’
this friggen baby blanket done. course then i have two more to make. one per quarter, as leather pants grrl pointed out.
that sort of goes with ‘the toddler to learn the yarn is off limits’
Enough of this in dull to make this. this is insanity, I might add. Because right now I still have to make myself the mac sweater, have 2.75 baby blankets to finish, THREE freakin sweaters queued up for the little man, his scarf, couple of baby hats, a hat, and a sweater for my mom to make.
speaking of sweater for my mom. this pattern book, and the brainpower to figure out how to do the juniper in silk road ultra instead of aran tweed.

me, a small cart, and 10 minutes in the studio. really. that’s all i need. 10 minutes. because i know precisely what order i’d raid things in. sad, innit? (for those who care. the koigu kpppm multi, probably in a colorway like 114, a hell of a lot of jo sharp aran and silk road ultra, grab a few skeins of this beautiful cashmere stuff they have where all the noro used to live when they had a ton but they haven’t gotten a shipment in months, back to the rowan (raiding whatever fucking colors they have in big wool, bigggy print, plaid, and ribbon twist), the blue sky alpaca bulky, a big honkin handful of the misti alpaca or indecita alpaca grande (for future fucking big bad baby blankets), into the back corner for a metric assload of the malabrigo kettle dyed merino, dive into the side room for rowan summer tweed and then a handful of addi circulars and brittany straight sticks.)

see, simple.

a nap. did i mention a nap?
a pantry that’s really usable, with pull out racks and shit, as opposed to the dark gaping maw thing we have.
something other than carpet in the master bath.
the irs to give us our refund.
those cutting boards with the silicone bumps on the underside so they don’t slip.
a bookcase which does not leeeeeeeean
enough hours in the day to do all of the organization and cleanup I have in mind.

ungh.

It’s him being that cute which saves him on a daily- nay, hourly- basis.

The soft focus angelic bit lasted all of 2 seconds.

Why do I see him, slouched in his chair, needling the teacher with questions she can’t answer?

You are a little person now, with foibles and a personality. You are an imp. I worry we have been too lax with you, as I watch the other kids in your class, and then I remember you’re a good 4 months younger, even if you’re taller, and really. Show me a two year old who wouldn’t swipe more cookies sitting attractively on a low table, and I’ll show you a Stepford child (which our town, to judge by today’s ‘mother’s day tea’ at the school, is chock full of.)

You made the pediatrician giggle at your antics today. She calls you her tall skinny boy, lean and mean, as you’re still bucking the 99th percentile on height and the 50th on weight. I was told to let you eat whenever you showed inclination, which you apparently understood and capitalized on later in the day, Mr. Guzzle 3 cups of lemonade and swipe nine cookies. Dealing with you afterwards was like dealing with James Brown on a smack binge, as you would not shut the fuck up and emitted a nonstop stream of uulations, ‘huhs!’, grunts, and squeals, all the while gyrating wildly. I am not entirely sure where in your skinny minnie body you had room for 9 cookies, and then the entire plate of vegetable pasta you ate immediately upon getting home a mere 20 minutes after Cookiegate, and then the slice of pizza you tore into 30 minutes after that.

I am making your father handle diaper duty tomorrrow morning, under the excuse of ‘I’m going to the farmer’s market’.