Wordless shout

I don't know muuch what I want to say this morning, just that I want to say something. (Warning: Complaining ahead.) I've been working too much lately, and a lot's been going on, and it's been hard. I've been working both my job and my former editor's since the end of January -- will continue to do so until the position is filled. It could be another month or more. It's been very interesting, and it's grown me in a lot of ways, but I haven't had a weekend in weeks -- been working more than full-time. And four kids plus two full-time-working parents do not make for ideal quality of life. I'm not as nice a person as I was (I'm not that nice, anyway) and, when I'm home, I mostly just want to be left alone. Heh. Here in the House of Noise.

At the end of one particularly long, frustrating day, a teary M said, "I don't like it when you don't feel good." I was already on the verge of flying apart, and I almost screamed at him.

And, of course, there's been the requisite illness, and M had surgery on his foot, and S has an eye doctor appointment today and M gets stitches out Wednesday and and and.

If one more thing is asked of me, I'll blow, I swear I will. It all makes me almost WANT to get sick, so that I can just fecking SIT.

But there has been knitting. Three rows of it, I think (during M's procedure), on the eternal tunic thing from Nora Gaughan's book. It ain't gon' happen in time for Mom's birthday next month. Maybe in '08. I did hit the LYS spring sale and bought a hodgepodge of Manos in various colors -- thinking a colorwork cardigan -- and a bag-and-a-half of yummy Rowan Cork, deep winey purple -- finally, DH's sweater. No idea about pattern yet.

I think I need a small project, though -- I need to design something wee.

Won't happen anytime soon. But it still feels good to think about it.

And the fairy flowers are back.