I had such a terrible day yesterday. It was the kind of day when you just want to take a quilt to the couch and pull it up over your head. I was so done with dealing with people, even my own... I was trying to do too much, I think.
First off, I'm new to this working from home thing. I get stressed if the baby asks for something while I'm on a business call. I try to wait for her nap, and hope it's longer than ten minutes. Then someone gets a tad difficult on the phone, when I'm trying to be pleasant, pleasant, pleasant. Not fun, but okay. I take a break to knit. I didn't tell anyone yesterday, but I started the Chevron scarf while knitting with Arleta, and I hated it. It was not Chevron-ing at all. It looks, honestly, like striped yarn. I tried three times there, then took it off the needles and threw away the pattern. I have never done that before.
I tried to open a checking account for the business yesterday, but the girl who has been helping me (the one who's been leading me by the nose) wasn't there, had in fact left for the day, a fact they didn't tell me for twenty minutes. So someone else can help me? I asked. Sure, they said. Have a seat right there. Sat. After a fair amount of "busy time" by the lady, I could come in. She looked at my documentation, agreed it all looked fine, and could I have a seat, she'd be right back. I did not sit down. I was getting unhappy.
She looked and looked, and it quickly became apparent to me that she had no idea what she was doing. Okay, I'm nice. I'm nice even when I shouldn't be nice. (I have a really hard time being not-nice). I explained that I had another appointment, and perhaps I could come back after it, and sign something? Oh, she was relieved. I left my phone numbers (this part's important), and went off to order drama club shirts and pick up my kids.
Back at 3:30, kids in the car acting like maniacs, and the lady is on the phone for a very long time. My kid starts waiving at me like crazy, so I go to see what they need. Nothing, she says. She just loves her new shirt from the t-shirt shop.
Lady still on the phone, I leave.
I take a break to knit. In fact, I hate being beaten by a pattern, so I dug the yarn out, recopied the Chevron pattern, and tried again, in an effort to *de-stress* from the phone calling (which I don't like to do, anyway, even without difficult people). The first time I knitted it, it looked like it did yesterday.
So I tried again, with knitting one row and purling the next, thinking perhaps the pattern was wrong about knitting every row. It didn't look like the pattern, although something was now going on, and it was curling.
Then I ripped, asked the kids Oh-So-Nicely to be quiet (yeah, right), as mommy was getting a bit of a headache. I tried again, and it seemed the colors just weren't showing up, though bringing the yarn to the front when slipping did make it look somewhat like the picture. I yelled at the kids again (why do they have to be so loud?), threw the yarn down and went to make dinner. (Perhaps they needed to be fed?)
After the loud dinner, where my daughter cried because I didn't care who got to sit in the favorite seat, as long as someone did, I started getting that couch feeling (see above). I was marginally interested in reading stories, so I got to play a get-out-of-jail-free card and laid on the couch, vegging. When I got up this morning, I realized that my scarf looked like this:
I do believe it's chevron-ing, even if the colors aren't as contrasting as I thought they would be. Must have been why I just couldn't see it yesterday. I like it. It's made from Plymouth Encore washable yarn, and it's soft, soft, soft. And see how happy the kid is? Apparently I don't upset them as much as I worry I do. She seems fine, and even as adoring as yesterday. Phew.
Oh, and finally, here is what happens when mommy works and leaves the two-year-old to do her thing for a bit....
In case anyone has read all the way down this far, I got my checking account today. Apparently the computer was down yesterday (and they could have called me. See why the phone number leaving is so helpful?) Instead of working around the baby's schedule, I brought her in with me today and let her create havoc until they managed to get me out of there. Hooray! Business checking! Today seems to be going better. =-)
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