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.
6 comments:
it's so funny that the high chair in the picture says "healthy care" on it. ahaha...you should've just attributed her state to kanak attack. mac and cheese is kinda heavy and filling--even the all organic type, i'm sure. haha!!!!! too funny. :D
Heh, that is a cute picture. That guilt thing never stops...oh wait, that isn't what you wanted to hear.
I remember the boys high chair top said "Holds up to 2 quarts of liquid". Yikes, they could've drowned!
Ah, she doesn't look like she minds so much??? She looks quite comfy having her mac-n-cheese nap. And the hoodie is looking great!
Since your last comment on my blog, I've been trying to figure out a way to send a fresh baked apple pie to Hawaii. Hmm, I just don't think it's going to work. Well, it will work . . . but won't be edible when it gets there. :( You'll just have to come to CT some time so I can take you apple picking!!
Yes, the joys of mother guilt. I think it gets better after the first child, probably because you are so worn out taking care of the first one you have no time to feel guilty...hehe. I realized one day that I'll never be perfect, but my kids will always be overloved.
Looks like a fun knitting group!
I almost fell off my chair laughing at that picture! I have to say, I would be jumping up and down with joy if Sydney ever fell asleep like that in her high chair (once I made sure she was still breathing, of course). It seems like my life is all about guilt - I feel guilty about...whatever. Then I DON'T feel guilty about something that I think maybe I should, and then I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?
Next time we come to Hawaii, I think we're going to stay on Oahu, and I want to time it so I can come S'nB with you guys - it looks like so much fun!
That picture cracked me up - my son has done exactly the same thing. Makes me feel better!
The hoodie is very cute. Every time I see one I remember I still want to make one.
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