• Went shopping for funeral clothes.  Paid $35 on my store charge and put $89 back on it.
• Got snackies for the trip and some really terrible cheese dip.
• Des and the kids were here all afternoon.  She quilted a quilt and then we made a batch of Honey Oatmeal soap to cut up small for an assisted living facility a friend of hers works with.
• I have funeral clothes all together & packed, but have yet to stop at x’s apartment to get his suit that he left.
• Diantha put in Muppet Christmas Carol and then left my room.
• I’m tired.  This antibiotic is on 12-hour doses and by 11 hours I can tell I need to take it again.
• I don’t want to make supper.  We have leftover delicious chicken soup the girls can eat.  I want to eat chips and dip and have a beer.
• My kids made fun of my wolf bullet tattoo but I love it.  And I love the way it lays exactly with the shape of my body where it is.  So there.

1. We’re making homemade pizzas.  My house smells terrific.
2. I braved crowds today to get stocking stuffers and milk.  On the way home, I said to myself, “Now I can stay home until Wednesday.”  I forgot lunchmeat, and the fact that I haven’t gotten Artemas a single Christmas present yet. Oops.
3. One hard thing about children coming to adulthood, especially while you still have children who aren’t adults, is that the older ones now question your decisions (many of which pertain to younger ones), based solely on their outlook, without knowing all the reasoning behind your decisions or without the benefit of experience.  Therefore I spend a lot of time feeling like I have to answer to them (I DON’T!) or explain myself to them.  Which I don’t have to do that either but doing so saves me a LOT of bad attitude trouble.  Geez, I’ve been parenting a LONG time.  Maybe I have some insight that they don’t.  I’ve turned out some great kids, why not let me finish the job.
4. And that is exhausting.  Today I felt like that if ONE more person gave me grief about ONE more thing, I was going to totally lose my shit.
5. I have one pair of socks to finish (tonight) and one small pair of slippers yet to knit.  I think I can make it.
6. My BIL texted Artemas today, that my parents (who said they would be here the afternoon of the 26th) will be here on the afternoon of the 25th instead.  I hope he’s just yanking our chain, trying to get a rise out of us (me) because if it’s otherwise true, I’m gonna have a nervous breakdown.

1. B had a great birthday, judging by how tired she was tonight.

2. Shorthairedgirl and her sons came with Des. It was delightful to meet her. Her son Terrance seemed to get along well with Josiah. Her son Thomas liked my house very much, apparently.

3. I made a mom call in not taking my kids all on to another birthday party. B of course wasn’t happy about it but I’m glad I made the decision I did. Parenting is hard sometimes though.

4. I turned leftover sloppy joe meat from lunch into an awesome pot of chili for supper. I win.

5. Wolf has come down with the headcold I had this week. Bleh.

6. The socks I was knitting out of the Jasper handspun yarn Des spun, that I had called “Jasper meets Giselle,” I have instead decided to call “Jasper meets Disaster.” I gave up the ghost on them. I have knit the toe twice (first time too big around), the body of the sock twice (first time pattern caused it to twist), started the heel and dropped an unrecoverable stitch, started it again, got halfway through and decided the foot needed to be longer, ripped out the heel and knit more foot, knitted the heel again.

Now I’ve discovered that I’m not going to have enough of the yarn that I did the toes and heels in, to do both the toe AND heel of the 2nd sock. So it would have to have just the toe in that yarn or I have to buy more yarn or else I have to rip this heel out AGAIN.

In the time I’ve knitted this ONE sock I should have been able to do an entire pair, not to mention I missed both my deadlines of the recipient’s birthday AND Nashty.

So fuck this, I started a whole new pair tonight with a gorgeous yarn that I dyed myself and I’m almost done with the toe. Go me.