When the Going Gets Tough

My son is sick. I kept him home from school yesterday. Although he's obviously ill, he's feeling much better than he did but now we're both worn out.

Between the ear infection, the coughing, the puking, and the cleaning up, neither of us has gotten quality sleep.

I’ve been contemplating a few projects, mostly the ones I’ve started but seem to have abandoned. I think about knitting and crocheting. I dream about knitting and crocheting. Trouble is, I still have trouble fitting either into my day.

I also haven’t been to my LYS in almost a month.

I’m stressed, not just because of the lack of knitting and crocheting, though.

I just need vacation, a real one. I also need to feel better. Pain and fatigue are not mood enhancers.

I’m still working part-time. I have no idea when that will end so I’m trying to make myself aware of other working options. With my son’s medical problems, I’m having concerns about things I can do. I need somewhere to work where I can have flexibility.

I’m still also purging things from the house. Part of me feels like I should just close my eyes and do it. With that method we’d have less stuff, of course, but I’d probably end up throwing away the very stuff we should keep.

Why does it take so long to purge enough to feel like you’ve made a difference? What causes people to accumulate so much stuff in the first place?

Blogger isn’t cooperating with my ISP either.

Five rows will be knit tonight. Five rows, not four, not three, not two, FIVE.