I’ve been on a crafting jag. A bender, really. Knitting or sewing all the time and finishing something every few days. Lots of chunky wool and near instant gratification.
You know those folks who hunker down on the couch when it gets cold and commence playing 36 hours straight of Xbox or watch a marathon of Sex and the City and eat nothing but delivered pizza and Doritoes? Well, I realized I’m fooling myself if I think I’m much different.
Blogs, husbands and housework are all being neglected. The Sunday after Veteran’s Day was the worst of all. Nora didn’t get outside all day, decent food didn’t get cooked, laundry did not get done, exercise did not get, um, exorcised. By the end of the day, Nora was bouncing off the walls, pretty literally. It was very tough and get her to sleep and she woke up at 3:30am Monday morning and could not fall back to sleep for all her pent up energy. My fault.
This weekend I purposely sought to restore balance. On Saturday, I did knit a cowl, but we also went outside and played with the chickens and did some garden clean-up and it did a world of good.
All a reminder that my life — and the life of our family — is better when I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that.
Now, if I could just bring myself to do a little bit of laundry.