A Bluestocking Knits

Knit.  "Mommy, can I have a snack?" —

Knit, knit.  "Honey, the truck registration is due.  Can you go over to the Auto Club and get the tags for me?" —

Knit, knit.  "Mommy, will you push me on the swing?" —

Knit.  "Grandma’s dog just threw up on the rug!" —

Knit.  Sigh.  The Cotton Glace just isn’t working for me.  Love the color, but it feels stiff and rough in garter stitch, even at a fairly loose gauge.  And I am coming to the realization that the current ball will end somewhere in the middle of the sleeve again, with nowhere to hide the join —

Knit.  "Honey, I’ve got to be at work at six tomorrow morning.  What can I take for lunch?" —

Knit, knit.  "Mommy, Laura called me ‘stupid’!" —

Yawn.  I wake up early.  Knit, knit, knit. Julia wanders in and adds a few Duplo blocks to the tower she’s been building.  "Ma, can I have some break-tiss now?" —

"My tummy hurts, Mommy" —

Knit, knit.  An email from my friend in Australia.  "K is getting bigger and bigger.  No baby yet, but sometime in the next couple of weeks, we think."  So soon?!  Aaugh —

Knit.  "Mommy, Julia threw her milk at me!" —

Knit.  Sigh.  I dig out some Anny Blatt merino that I got at Cheer Wool.  It’s heavier than the cotton, so I can use a different set of needles to try it out.  I swatch and start at the same time — only ten or so more stitches than my usual swatch size, so what the heck.  There’s a new episode of "Foyle’s War" on, with the always-watchable Michael Kitchen —

Knit.  "Mommy, how do you spell ‘love’?" —

Knit, knit.  The merino works up nice and fast.  I check the pattern again.  "Cast on 45 sts for sleeve."  45? that sounds familiar.  Oh, nuts.  I was in such a hurry to make up for lost time the other night that I cast on for the sleeve instead of for the back.  Rip, rip, rip —

Knit.  "Mommy, is it time for Brownies yet?"  Laura’s first Scout meeting! —

Knit, knit.  "Mom, where’s Sparkle-Fairy’s wings?" —