Eventually we start to turn into our mothers.

When I was in the third grade my mother taught me how to cross stitch to earn a girl scout badge.  She was very adamant about the back of the design to look as good as the front. It was a pain in the butt but I did it and my little owl cross stitch was a masterpiece.  So much so the scout leader felt my mother did the work.  I wasn’t well thought of with most of the troop leaders, being a tomboy who didn’t care to wear the ugly green uniform.  But that’s another story.  The point is my mother taught me to take pride in my work and to do it right, even if you have to undo that that which has been accomplished. 

I started my zig zag poncho late Saturday night and worked on it quite a bit all day yesterday.  Last night I took a look at it and noticed several mistakes.  I pondered over them most of the night and thought I resolved myself to live with it.  I figured that it was a first attempt and there will be mistakes and I will eventually get better.  But today at lunch I was looking at it and was thinking about all the issues that I’ve been dealing with and made the decision…I don’t have a lot of control at work or home but I do have control with my knitting.  So my mother's lessons took over and I frogged the entire thing and will start again maybe tonight or tomorrow but I will be proud of the finished object whenever it happens.

Thanks mom.

Talk to you later.

Monday, here we go again.

Monday mornings are stressful.  Not an earth shattering statement by any means but there you go. After having 1 –2 days off depending on the week.  I have to go back to work and try to get motivated to push forward.  Of course one look at the rapidly dwindling check book and that usually helps, but brings along its own set of stress that likes jump on board.  I have 5 days to come up with enough money to get a commission check.  It doesn’t look good and I have been awake a good bit of the night going over all the situations and possible outcomes in my head.  Most are not pretty.  January is always a tough month but it seems as this one is particularly painful.  I am figuring out what to pay on time and what I can push back several days.  I’m scared. 

Well I need to head to work.  Keep your fingers crossed and send me all the positive thoughts you can spare, I appreciate it all.

Talk to you later.

 

Family Sunday

I’m so happy it’s Sunday.  I will get to see my parents who have been in town for several days and there has been no chance to visit.  More importantly Jacob will get to spend some time with them.  I wish he could seem them more often but they live all the way in Nacogdoches and its 3.5 hours away and since I work so many Saturdays we never seem to have the opportunity to go see them. 

So today Jacob will get to play with Gram and Papa and we will have a nice day with family.  Plus there is football so the men folk will be happy even though the Cowboys didn’t make it this year.  Go Colts!  They seem to be the most objectionable team.  Food will be yummy, we’ll have chili, ham, potato salad, baked beans and chocolate chip cookies once Jacob and I make them.  Not too shabby don’t you think. 

So for today I wish every one a happy Sunday with the people you love and a tiny break from the stresses of life.

Talk to you later.

Tomorrow is a whole new day.

It was a very long, very busy, mostly crappy day.  And I am very happy that it’s over.  I will avoid the negativity that I could so easily spew and instead focus on the positive…tomorrow is FRIDAY.  If I can make it through tomorrow with very little drama then it will all be okay.  I hope.  Of course I work on Saturday but it’s a different stress.

So I’m going to work very hard to put today behind and go in to work with the attitude that I will be able to take care of everything and perhaps it will all work out. 

Wish me luck.

Talk to you later.