Six Down, One To Go

And all the assignments due for 568 will be done. I can’t wait. The fact that I know this is actually a good class and I’m not digging the subject matter probably means that it’s character building. I know it’s good for me, and the fact that I’m resistant to it probably means I really need to work with the concepts and make my brain more flexible. Almost over. And then I will say “It was a good class. I’m so glad it’s over.” Teaching stuff is just not my thing. Except that everyone teaches something sometime. And the position of this instructor is that “anytime an information exchange takes place, there is teaching.”

But I had fiber retail therapy yesterday so all is more or less well in my world. I went to this little shop up in Bothell — Columbine Yarns. It was a smallish shop, but I really liked it. Maybe it was the fact that it is run & owned by a mama who brought her three month old son in to work with her. Maybe it was just the general vibe. Maybe it was the fact that she gave me a lazy kate with no bobbins & only two pins for $5 when I told her my difficulties plying on a spindle and the stupid singles getting tangled. I’ll probably go back and forth between her & Weaving Works, but when I buy a wheel, I’m 99.99% sure that I’m going to buy it from her. Oh, so what else did I get? I got four ounces each of three different rovings in beautiful mixed colors, and a rich chocolate-y brown that was 8 ounces… As I have no idea how much it takes to actually complete a project, I just went with what looked like an amount that wasn’t too small… I can always go back and get more. I got a crochet hook that actually said what number it was on it so I can see what things turn out like when I use a hook that’s the right size rather than a tiny lace hook or a randomly sized hook picked more for the yarn than by the pattern or whatever. Oh, and I bought M1 some pink yarn. “We’re” intermittently interested in learning to knit. The 20 minute attention span & probably too much mommy-hovering makes them short sessions… maybe Gramma would be better at teaching her. I managed to remember how to knit & perl… and can do so for big rectangle shapes anyway, so I learned a *little*… if she can teach me, she can no doubt teach M1.

So there. Me and my content management vocabulary quiz are going to go take a bath. Mmm. Hot bath… even thinking about it makes me sleepy. M2 was frustratingly restless last night. At one point she did a summersault over my face on to P’s pillow. He slept through that but not the hollerin’ that commenced when I stuck her in the crib to be restless without kicking, pinching, pawing, or otherwise assaulting me. The aural assault is just as bad and at that point in the night in no way triggers any of my maternal sympathies. P will tell you I’m downright *mean* in the middle of the night. He tells me I swear at him when he kicks me for snoring. I don’t remember this, but that’s what he says. I do know I do not think fond and sentimental thoughts about screaming babies that assault me when I’m coherent enough to get past lizard brain.

But enough. Bath & content management. And hopes for a better night’s sleep.