Pretending you got a sliver.

I don't miss the newspaper. I mean, there are some wonderful people that I miss, and some social aspects, but I wasn't happy there for a very long time. It wasn't really anyone's fault. I got dragged into a project that was supposed to be a "great opportunity" for me, but it really killed all the joy and pride I had in the place. What I do miss about the newspaper is weekly paychecks. Shoot, I don't even know if they do it anymore. But it was nice. Every week you got a paycheck. You were never more than seven days from a fresh influx of cash. Yep, those were the days.  Because now, on an off-Friday, that comes directly after a rather expensive party and paying the rent and the tuition... well, next Friday looks extremely far away.

I'm knee-deep in a sooper seekrit project, and checking numbers and having things edited. It's not fun. And because of the party last week and all the work that went into it, I'm pushing things time-wise. It will all be fine of course. But my hand hurts from all the knitting today. I knitted through about 3 movies. And I need to knit some more yet tonight.

Also, I've realized that other than this sock club, I haven't put out anything new since August. Which kind of sucks ass. I mean, I was doing well with the designing when it was my summer focus, but now with school for me and the boys, and all the running and such, I'm just not getting there. My design book hasn't seen sketches in months. My mojo has moved to Timbuktu. I feel like there are too many things to get done in a day, in a week, and that I'm not doing any of them well.

Why did I believe that being a stay at home mom would allow me more time to do the things I want to do? Many days it feels like I have even less time than when I worked full-time. Insert pathetic sigh here.

That's the downside of posting every day for a month. You have to hear from me when I'm in a mood.

Go read something happier, and I'll be back tomorrow with some rainbow farting unicorns or something.