I'm convinced that the co-requisite to having babies is having guilt. From the moment you find out you're pregnant, you're plauged by guilt. (Mmmm, those chocolate chip cookies were sooo scrumptious! Of course, they have absolutely no nutritional value. So now I'll wind up with diabetes and so will the baby. Forgot about the caffeine in those chocolate chips, too. Great, so baby's going to be born with 3 hands and feet? Lovely.)
It only snowballs once they're born. (Should I let her cry tonight instead of getting her? Am I being selfish? But I need to sleep! It's been over 18 months since I've slept, pleeeease for the love of all that's good... oh geez, she's been crying for over half an hour, I really should get her. Right? I should, shouldn't I?) And God forbid you should spend only $2 on conventional milk instead of springing the 5 plus bucks for the non Bovine-Growth-Hormone injected organically produced stuff. Let me tell you the nightmares I have had just contemplating the idea.
But that all pales in comparison to the very real guilt of knowing you've really Screwed-Up. Case in point:Yes, that's Stinky neglected and asleep with her face in her (Annie's all-organic, of course) mac and cheese. She was eating lunch so I thought I could take a few moments to blog and comment. And was greeted by this sight once I finally emerged from cyberspace. Now you know me for the terrible, awful mother that I really am. And then I wonder why she's STINKY??! It seems mac and cheese smeared in hair and skin has a way of doing that.
And while I'm being an awful, terrible mother, I might as well take advantage of this unplanned opportunity to finish this post. (I wouldn't want to wake her up now, would I? Two wrongs don't make a right, right?) Last night, we had a Honolulu SNB get-together. Girl talk, tea, knitting and yarn. What could be better? From L-R, keohinani, Veronica, acornbud and Kim. My apologies to mizuna for lacking the foresight to take pics before her departure. And while I'm conveniently missing from this photo, lookie, lookie, there's my hoodie- making a cameo appearance in the foreground! Here she is, with her back all bound-off, anxiously awaiting the imminent arrival of her hood. I'm hoping some extreme blocking will remedy that odd stockinette curling action. I cast-on for the front early this morning, so I'm hopeful that I can make some progress on that this weekend.
After I rescue Stinky from her mac and cheese, that is.